Ivanka watched with bated breath as Aldrich approached her.
Though, the view of his face wasn't exactly clear as he was still covered by the dimly-lit areas of the house, she could tell something was totally wrong with him.
It screamed from the way he walked, the way he held his suitcase and had his jacket carelessly hung across the elbow of his left hand.
The pace of her heart beat escalated swiftly, she could practically feel the blood draining from her face.
Finally, he came into view. He climbed the terrace and stood before her. And that was when she confirmed all that needed to be confirmed. There was indeed, a problem.
His eyes were tinged with red and swollen, his hair was rough. And his face overall, was as pale as that of a ghost. But there was something else to his face.
