Mr. Winyard adjusted his cane before walking down the stairs again, wondering why it was still very quick this time of the morning. Normally, the security dogs would be barking as they were being taken on a walk, and the house workers about. Maybe he had woken up earlier than he normally would, but he was still sure Devon had been awake since. At least, that was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes to see the screen of ipad that displayed the security footage of the garage. Well, that was the one of the three places that had cameras in them. The last thing he wanted was for his babies to be tampered with. When he walked into the garage, as he had seen on the screen up in his room, there he was, Devon, working on the Mustang he had worked on yesterday. “Hello, young man.” He called even before he reached him, but he didn’t answer, so concluded that he didn’t hear. By the time he did reached him, he realized he had his earplugs in, and something was blasting into h

Standing against the front of the truck, Devon waited as the call rang, with his phone pressed against his ear, waiting for Hector to pick the call. When he got here yesterday, he had gotten right into work he hadn't made well on his promise to call when he got here. The phone rang and rang, but the call wasn't picked, so he assumed that he was busy. Sighing, he grabbed the rag on the hood of the truck to clean his hands, then he walked into the house and towards the Kitchen. The housekeeper; Mrs. Martha, had sent one of the younger maid to him five minutes ago to tell him lunch was ready, and he needed to come in. As he walked towards the kitchen, he heard Mrs. Martha’s voice calling him from the dinning room. “Hey, Devon. We're all in here.” she said. Devon frowned slightly, surprised by the unexpected gathering at the dining table.Mr. Winyard sat at the head, with Georgie on his right and Sophie and her friend beside him. Rogelio occupied the seat to Mr. Winyard’s left, leavin

The spanner in his hand might beat into his skull, if he kept berating him like that, Devon thought as he stared at Georgie, asking him why he had gone into the garage without his permission and whether or not he wanted to steal, because he didn't trust him. “I told you,” he started up again, his voice as calm as the still waters, even though he wasn't feeling all that calm inside. “Mr. Winyard gave his permission to come in here anytime I needed to work on any of this car.” he said, refusing to turn to look at him. Georgie had been acting all jerky since he arrived, just because the job he had been given was scheduled for someone he wanted. And then he thought bringing him down like this with words, berating him, or even worse, accusing him of something he wasn't even thinking of doing would do the trick. Well, jokes was on him. “I don't care what you think my uncle told you, but you're not all that here. You need my permission to be here.” Devon pushed up from where he w

The morning breeze was really a thing to behold, especially from the garden. Henry Winyard sat at his usual spot, looking at the flowers that were starting to bloom, and the smell of vines brought over by the wind. It was all something he was going to miss when he died, something he still hadn’t told anyone yet. He was dying but he was scared to tell his nephew, and his daughter. Those were the only two relatives he had left. It was to punish himself for the things he had done in the past, how hard he had been on his own kids, so much his own son died, and then his daughter left, without any word or communication since. He had tried so hard to look for her after many years but all to no avail. Maybe it was because he was doing it on his own, but still, he wasn’t comfortable asking Georgie. Sighing, he wondered where she was, if she had married that man he didn’t want her to marry, if they had a child or many, if… “Uncle Henry.” he heard Sophie’s voice call and he turned his

“You really need to go back to the house, sir. You've been here the whole day.” Rogelio murmured behind Henry as they walked back from the field, looking at the workers and waving at them. “Mind your own business, Rogelio.” he said, pausing to look over his shoulder at him with a grin, and continued walking. Rogelio muttered something about Henry’s health and his stubbornness, but Henry didn't care. He needed to be more around the fields, to know what was going on, to see his workers work on the harvest and see how the land was doing under the sun. It gave him a sense of peace, something persistent in a life that had grown too uncertain lately.“The earth doesn’t care how old you are, Rogelio,” Henry said after a moment, his gaze sweeping over the rows of green. “It only cares that you show up.”Rogelio sighed but smiled faintly. “Still, the earth won’t carry you back if you collapse out here.”Henry chuckled under his breath. “Then I’ll make sure to collapse somewhere with a good v