John reached for Catherine's hands and squeezed them. For some reason, he doesn't want to let go of her warmth. The whole ride inside the elevator takes forever, or maybe it was just his mind trying to delay the inevitable. He was hoping she won't throw a tantrum tonight so that the sweet memories of the day in his office can be preserved in their minds. He doesn't want the momentous day to be ruin.
The elevator's door opened...
They walked side by side together towards the door of his flat.
A few minutes later they finally entered inside, John doesn't know who's hands got cold first his or hers?
"You want to rest inside the bedroom, Cath?" he asked.
"No. I want to see the swimming pool first!" she demanded.
"Okay, as you wish," murmured John, a feeling of dread was gripping his heart painfully.
They walked towards the swimming pool area.
"Are you still using this pool every day?" she asked.
