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The four hours journey back to Cordova where Crawford Mansion was located seemed to take longer than usual. 

I sat on my seat, listening to the songs of Taylor Swift blasting on my earphones to cheer myself up. But then I must have chosen the wrong song that I found myself  drifting in a sea of indescribable melancholy. Instead of feeling better which is my plan my chest became heavier. I decided to end the last song playing on my earphones before deciding to turn my ipod off. 

A deep sigh escaped my lips and I shifted my gaze to the window, towards the breathtaking view of the exquisite sky that looked as if they were painted by an artist. Sadly, the sight was pretty but it failed to cheer me up. 

There's nothing that could make me better right now except knowing Ace's life is out of danger now, I told myself as I sighed for the second time.