NUMAN

Back in Numan, the weather was hot as usual. The unruly son was out for business as usual. Trevor's mother is trying to place a call to the telephone number Trevor had called her from his father's mansion but the number was not going through.

She shook the phone in frustration and cleaned the sweats lined up on her forehead with the the edge of her left palm. "God please, protect my son." she muttered.

"Amen!" Raphl replied and sat beside her on the the hospital bench at the reception. She smiled at him and he blinked.

"I thought you've gone home?" he asked while taking off his overall. Ralph is a doctor. He heads the lifeline clinic where Trevor's mother works at.

"My shifts ends at 2 pm and I think I've got a few minutes left." Tracy said and looked at the wall clock above her.

"You need to rest. You are worn out." Dr. Raphael pointed out. Tracy nodded in agreement.

About a year ago after Trevor started earning, he had implored his mothe