Chapter 14: Daily Quest
The distant crowing of a rooster echoed through the still morning air.
Richard groggily reached for his phone and squinted at the screen.
5:00 AM.
"Damn..." he muttered, rubbing his face.
Two hours of sleep.
His body felt heavy, sluggish. His limbs protested as he sat up. Is this what being a Marine feels like?
Dragging himself out of bed, he decided to move.
Descending the grand staircase, Richard was met with the sound of static and muffled voices.
The radio.
In the corner of the spacious living room, sitting near a wide-open window, Estello relaxed in a wooden chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The crisp morning air carried the scent of roasted beans and the distant sound of chirping birds.
The old man looked up.