"Are you one hundred percent sure that is her?" Clive asked while looking at Graeme, who's standing beside him. Their eyes were very much glued solely on the girl sitting across the coffee shop.

The air blew through her light brown and long curly hair that ran down through the bottom of her shoulders as she entered the shop, touching the oversized denim jacket that she's wearing. Her blue-green eyes were hidden under her full wavy bangs and her face that shines as it touches the ray of sun. She smiled sweetly at the bartender who gave her a cup of large Frappuccino. Her smile was as warm as the toast that melted the butter with the hint of sweet cinnamon honey.

"This isn't real, that couldn't be her. You can't be as radiant looking as her if you came out of something as tragic as that. I don't even see any hint of scars on her face."

Clive has been searching for Helene for ages. First, it was days, then days became months, and so on. She had been very discreet about places she went, and she did an exceptional technique in hiding, that their men weren't able to find her. She blended into the crowd unnoticed and moved on with her life. Who would've thought they would find her in this busy street of New York? She hated the noise and the traffic of the city.

Clive quickly glanced at Graeme, his eyebrows raised, his eyes narrowed, and he could sense that he was thinking of the same thing. Helene got up from the table, grabbed her purse, and rolled up her sleeves up to the top of her elbows. As she tied her hair into a small, messy bun, it was then he confirmed it was her. Revealing the brown mark that looks like a tattoo on her nape. It was so easy to distinguish, it's not even questionable. If only she knew the real meaning of that scar, things would turn out differently. Graeme let off a wide smirk, as he followed her with his own two eyes, as she walked opposite of them.

"I'm one hundred percent positive."