A pick-up truck drove into a street with rows of two-storey buildings, all made of blocks with traditional box windows and gable roofing.
All of them had bright colours with small staircases leading to the doors.
Sitting at the back of the truck, Godfrey took in the scenery of paradise once more but all of this serenity gave him no sense of security and peace as it once did.
Rather, he felt sick.
"Thank you." Godfrey said calmly to Isaac who drove and Lucy sitting beside the driver's seat. As he stepped out and closed the door, Lucy looked at Isaac with concern.
Both of them found it hard to connect with Godfrey. His eyes barely showed much and were kind of unsettling.
He had returned but was more distant than ever.
"Godfrey!" Lucy rushed out of the vehicle. Godfrey turned and she embraced him, hiding her face in his chest.
Godfrey looked down at her for a moment, then at Isaac who stepped out of the car, his lips pressed into a thin line.
