The night passed by swiftly and soon the sun appeared. Maya didn't want to wake up just yet because she slept with a lot of difficulty last night. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Alfred and her father. Were their cases linked? Did Alfred actually frown himself in the bathtub? A lot of things were going through her mind and it was driving her crazy.
"Morning Grandpa," Maya smiled as the old man joined her.
"Morning dear...you look stressed out. Is everything ok?" He asked concern laced in his voice.
"I'm fine....I'm just tired from yesterday," Maya sighed, flipping the pancake in the pan.
"Then you shouldn't be here. You should be in bed resting," Master Dan asked and Maya shook her head.
"There are other things I have to take care of," Maya said and began setting the table.
"Yeah...but you're going to fall sick," Master Dan said in a warning tone before sitting down.
