The urge to care.

...

Two days later, the first thing Katherine noticed as she stared out of her window that morning was Anderson's car and Gerald waiting to pick her up.

An hour was used in packing and exchanging farewells.

"I promise you, when I come visit; I'll bring Dad home as well," Katherine cheered Yvonne up, seeing the sadness in her eyes.

"Can I come visit you sometimes, too?"

"Of course, just call me whenever and I'll come get you," Katherine assured, though unsure if Anderson would permit it.

Katherine hopped into the car and relaxed into the seat, shutting her eyes as the ride enhanced.

"Miss, we're here."

Katherine's eyes peeled open and she first tilt her head sideways to view Anderson's villa. It was almost ten feet away from the heart of the spacious compound where the car was stopped. The fountain, Katherine remembered, still looked as clean and fresh as ever, the pool, inviting and cleanly blue. When she stepped out of the car; the all-white exterior painting almost blinded her.