Chapter Twenty-Eight

It turned out they did not need to ask for help. There were people already in their house. As soon as they made the turn, she could see them in the short distance.

Someone was removing their curtains from the windows. Someone was also lowering their bamboo sofa down the small porch's stairs. And some of their stuff was already inside a truck.

“Why? What is that? What's happening?”

“Because I'm supposedly working in the hacienda, we need to move to a house closer to the fishery,” Tommy told her in a casual voice while his face said differently. He wasn’t buying the excuse of the century.

He also looked as confused as she was. His mind could not keep up with what was happening, but he was willing to wait for it to catch up.

Meaning, that he was waiting for someone to explain further.

That would be her. She turned towards Eric. He remained silent, not looking back at her. But Tommy wasn't finished.

“They also said it was timely because... the Señor has plans. The land is needed,” Tommy