Three years later.
Lucy wore a white dress dotted with splashes of mud. Her hair was styled in two neat braids, and she carried freshly picked vegetables from the front yard, looking calm and content as she strolled home.
Seeing the open fence gate, she muttered, "Did I forget to close that?"
"Sigh… I'm really getting old. Can't believe I'm turning into such a scatterbrain."
She turned on the faucet, the sound of water gushing out oddly satisfying in the muggy heat. Lucy lifted one foot and splashed it in the stream.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something off. Turning her head, she saw a man standing under the huge banyan tree.
Dressed all in black, Alexander stood there quietly, a faint smile on his lips as he stared at her.
He slowly walked toward her.
