The silence that grew inside the carriage that was occupied by Joanna with the man, who seemed not bored at enjoying her puffy eyes and felt like infinity, finally over when the carriage slowed down.
Through the window where her eyes had been directed since she had decided to clamp her lips, bearing the intensity of the gaze that came from the man sitting before her that did not grow low with time, she caught sight of a two-story house that was not too big in size and was painted white and black.
When the carriage got closer and took a halt to stop at the front of the white-braced wooden path gate, Joanna breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She was relieved, as she could finally breathe wholeheartedly after seeming to hold her breath during the whole trip due to nervousness crawling inside her.
