“Where are you going? Breakfast is in the front yard.” He motioned his lips to the direction of the opposite hallway. I secretly glanced at where he had been. I think it’s the kitchen because of the usual door.
Dion clenched his jaw. Grabbing my arm, he quietly dragged us both to where Saab had pointed. I followed in silence and let him do what he wanted to do. We have the same plan, anyway, — to get out of here together.
The front yard is the same as what I have seen on the back. It’s spacious and there are lots of ornamental plants. The grass looks soft and clean. On the left are the white and stoned chairs and table. There’s also a huge umbrella for the sunlight. In the middle is a stoned stair leading down and to the small gate. A thin, transparent glass stood as a short wall to kee
