I hop out of my car and walk through the sidewalk leading to the back area. The back part of the house is quiet so I turn around and walk to the opposite corner, following the voices of squealing girls.

It must be fate, or perfect timing because as I walked I saw one of them falling and I made a fast move to catch her. Guilia is her name. I have met her a few times, she was model tall and gorgeous as her mother once was when she was alive.

I push her up and take a step back. I ...