Chapter 37

The trees and the flowers kept dancing in the direction of the fresh air that was blowing all over the garden of the Parker house.

This kind of air could easily put anyone to sleep in a split second. But not Cynthia.

She had been restless after the disappearance of her son.

And while she paced up and down in the garden, she kept her mind on nothing, but her son.

The day before, Jean, a younger sister to Charles, had found a letter in her brother's room.

[Mum. Dad.

I know we are in the twenty-first century and perhaps, writing a letter may seem old-fashioned.

But that was the only option to keep you in the know.

To cut to the chase, I am currently not in Purple City.

I've left for another city to relax and get things in perspective.

A lot has happened in a short span and now that things are calm, I think the best thing to do is what I have done.

The company has had its fair share of challenges within those turbulent moments and since I'm the one in charge, I dare say I'm in the best