There was only one person who I knew looked like that and that was—Vivian.

“Thank you,” I whispered to my landlord, squeezing a couple of dollar notes into his hands as I rushed inside our old apartment.

The musky smell of dust was the first thing to greet me immediately after I stepped inside.

I walked into the small space which I converted into a room for my mum in the past.

After searching each and every corner of the room, I still found nothing, not one document about the Harnes ...