EVELYN LOOKED up into the branches of the trees that lined the streets and focused on the pitch of the birdsong rather than the incessant voice of uncertainty that laced her mind.

The house numbers at Rowan streets were mostly hidden behind elaborated railings but as Evelyn's gaze browsed the houses she spotted a luminous gold and white hand-painted sign attached to a stone gate pillar. ‘Rodriguez House’

That was definitely it!

Evelyn inhaled sharply and turned towards the ...