The villa by the sea:
Days passed, slower than the last. For Micah, life at the villa turned out to be too boring. There was nothing but scenery. Beautiful, yes, but empty. The sea stretched endlessly beyond the horizon, waves gentle, sand glimmering, air clean. Yet it was quiet. Too quiet.
The beach was always deserted. And the town was dead. It wasn't the right season even though it was a famous tourist destination. They swarmed here just in winter during Christmas times, when the rest of the world was too cold and snowy, this place was like a heaven. But this time of year, in the middle of autumn, there was not much action.
Every morning, he walked on the sand beach with his grandmother, talking about the scenery, his childhood, and other things that were not serious.
