The night air was cool and quiet as the car slowly pulled into the driveway. A soft glow from the sitting room spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the windows.
The silver chandelier hanging along the walkway bathed the compound in a gentle light, giving it a calm, almost dreamlike charm.
Crickets chirped into the night, and moths danced around the lights, the compound resting in peace. At the doorstep, the engine went off, and as usual, Jessica stepped out and with the aid of the driver helped Davis into his wheelchair.
Jessica's footsteps and the soft rolling of the wheelchair echoed gently along the stone path leading to the front door.
Inside, the lights were dimmed, welcoming them with a calm, peaceful ambiance.
Henry, the butler, stepped out quietly from the hallway and gave a slight bow. He had been waiting for the returning since they never mentioned travelling out of the country.
