Tristan stopped in front of a wrought iron gate. The house behind it was of average size but it has a spacious lawn where a playground can be seen. On the slide, he saw a little girl playing with a man, he guessed him to be her husband.
"Daddy. Daddy. Look outside. Someone's looking at us."
The man turned around and both he and Tristan stiffened the moment their eyes met. How could they not? They were considered buddies back in high school but he lost touch with him during college. He didn't expect him to be the husband of his 'deceased' lover.
"Sweetie, can you go inside for a while? I'll just talk to him first."
"Shall I call the police?" The little girl questioned which made the man chuckle. "He's not a bad guy?"
