Friendship

Flashback

Carlton had just arrived in his yard. The car started slowly when he arrived at the yard.

Carlton glanced at his watch. It seemed that he was very late to the dinner invitation from his wife.

The atmosphere of the house seemed deserted when he had just opened the door. Where are the servants?

Carlton took off his coat, and he hung it on the hook. He began to pay attention to his surroundings. It looked so strange, so quiet and serene. 

Usually, his first son would come straight to him and would start chattering about what he had done.

"Vivian..?"

Carlton's voice wasn't that loud, but the quiet atmosphere of the house-made his voice echo.

Carlton continued to walk and was still trying to find anyone who was in the house, 

"Alfred... Your father is home?" Said Carlton, again. But he didn't hear a shout from anyone.