The realization

"Yes. The red garden." Tristan mumbled.

"I don't know what it is used for, Tristan but what I do know is that no one is allowed to go in there. Not even me." Samantha said, pacing.

"Doesn't that ring a bell? Isn't that enough proof to let you know that the red garden is not just any ordinary garden?" Tristan asked from the other line.

Samantha paced in her room, listening attentively to Tristan. "Now that you are saying this, Tristan, it is starting to make a lot of sense. You know.... I've never suspected anything about that garden. I've always thought that it was normal. Now that I think about it, that thing about the garden is very creepy. What do I do, Tristan? Help me."

"Get some health care inspectors to the house. Have them examine the red garden and that's if your brother and father will allow it." Tristan adviced.

"And if they don't, it only means one thing...that they are definitely hiding something from the world and from me." Samantha concluded.

After the phone call that