On the property of Joan’s Grandmother (S1 Ep.6-4)

Sunday, July 21

It wouldn't be exactly until Monday. It really wouldn’t! If the answer to the mystery of Joan resided on the property of her grandmother, then it wouldn’t pass from today! I woke up early and prepared myself to go there. I know it's not the right thing to do, but how else could I get answers if Joan didn't confide in me! If she insists on asking faith without giving any back. It wasn't the right thing to do but I would go ahead with my plan.

I don't know much about this property, frankly, since I know Joan, I think I've never been here before. Whenever I saw Mrs Beatrice was at some event or Joan's house or in a public place, so I had to find a way to stay as close as possible to the entrance without being seen.

In broad daylight was not easy to go unnoticed, however, the abundant gardens, in a way, facilitated the hide of my presence, the hardest thing was to get through so much vegetation. A court here, a scratch there, but I was able to get in there and hide near a shrub with good visibility for the entry. I waited a few minutes, what seemed more like hours. I was shaking, I don't know if it was from fear or the adrenaline rush that ran through my body.

When Joan arrived, I was expecting her to go toward the mansion, as she said she was going to have lunch here, but she didn't do that, instead passed it by, went through the back garden, climbed a stairs that gave access to a private family’s area and entered what seemed to be a mausoleum. This was a wide open area, to climb the stairs certainly I would be seeing, the only way was to try and climb, always along the wall, where had thicker vegetation.

I wasn't very close, but I could see the entrance to the Mausoleum. A little voice told me to go ahead, go to Joan and help her in what she needed, however, the memory of her image, as if she were broken up, asking me to trust her, kept me.

I waited hidden behind a bush and kept waiting. Over time the fear of being discovered had intensified, "and if they find me how do I apologize?!" The curiosity of why Joan got so long in there wouldn't let me go and the impulse to go ahead was getting stronger.

I decided, then, follow in her footsteps until that little monument and enter it. To my amazement... There was not a single live soul here. A thrill ran through my spine at the same time I called her. - Joan!? – There was no other door, beside the one behind me, how she wasn't here?