The Missing Truth 11

“Welcome back, Gerald and Samuel,” they greeted them simultaneously after they got out of the car.

“Thank you, for having us,” they responded one after the other.

George helped them to get their things from the car trunk and Tim drove to the garage.

Nevertheless, the old man had been sleeping. The herbal soup had taken its toll on him. Despite the jubilation by everyone over their return, he did not wake up.

George walked to his room and met him sleeping soundly. To avoid disturbing his sleep, he changed to his casual wear quietly and left for the parlor.

Meanwhile, Tim and the boys had gone upstairs and George could hear their laughter. They took their things to their room while Tim walked to his room too.

He slumped on the bed to release his stress and stretched himself.

“What a day!” He exclaimed.

He was annoyed when his phone rang and the other ones beeped with messages.

“Oh, my God! Who is calling me?” He asked himself.

Notwithstanding, he ignored all of them and breathed heavily