Lifting the veil of troubles (2)

Sitting on a wooden swing chair for three, was a tall handsome guy. He sat with his back to the mansion that was a distance away, while staring into the body of water in front of him.

The big tree beside him casted a shadow over the swing, shielding him from the sun. He picked a pebble from the ones he'd gathered in the vacant seat and threw it into the lake.

"Twenty eight," his melodic voice sounded in the calm and serene garden. He waited for a few minutes and picked up another pebble, then threw it into the lake. "Twenty nine."

Just then, he heard a movement and turned to look back. The second he saw Alexa in a wheelchair, rolling over alone, he bolted to his feet and dashed to her. He pulled her up from the wheelchair and yanked her into a tight hug.

"I missed you so much!"

Alexa beamed and returned the hug. "Brave, aren't you?"