Ibha had broken the barrier and entered the narrow bridge. The river roared below her while she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. All that played in her mind was to get the album and gift it to Mrs. Walker. The weather on the mountain was worse, Ibha could hardly see anything in the dark though it was day time. The wind brushed against the vehicle but it’s sturdiness was what kept it stable as she took it up.
When she finally reached the villa, she sprint inside and took a breather. Ibha was cold and wet, she would have loved to sleep in the warmth and comfort of the villa, but now was not the time. She knew what she had to do. Running towards the attic, she climbed up and began hunting for the album. It took her a while before she finally found one with Armande’s birthday picture.
