/ HAVEN /

The car stops by a cottage at the far side of the city.

after driving for hours, the morning light is almost visible at the still dark sky.

hidden by the surrounding trees, is this where he lives?

"is this where we'll be staying?"

getting out of the Jeep, he doesn't answer my question. following quietly behind, he gets to the door and unlocks it.

why is he irritated? its me they are after.

"were not staying, we are hiding"

getting inside, the place is simply beautiful.

in a different circumstance, I would have loved to come with him.

hardwood floors, walls decorated by fancy lighting. good taste of interior design with an obvious hint of wealth.

"is this place yours?"

the familiarity he has with it should have been my quick guess before asking.

amazed at how much this place must have costed him, what does he really do?

"are you rich?"

"far left that's the bathroom, there's the kitchen"

he doesn't answer my question and that just gets me restless.