(Two years later)

He maneuvered the car slowly, allowing the vehicle to roll along the dirt road, slower than the he usually would.

There is stillness inside the car, one that is uncommon for a family who had agreed to start a new life. Aren't they supposed to be excited and full of hope? Aren't they supposed to be glancing around, taking in the scenery as the car drove past beautiful landscapes?

Weren't teenagers supposed to be bickering with their parents, asking if the place has any form of recreational spots where they can hang out in?

Well, that will work for a normal family, it would have been like that if the Memdez family are still thesame as they were two years ago.

"It's noon, let's stop at the first restaurant we see." Falco murmured.

He did not expect a reply, and just as he predicted, none of them said a word to him.

The car slowly went to a stop after they reached a town called Madisson. Falco turned off the engine, and without a word stepped out of the car.

His family members soon followed. His nineteen year old son, Marvin was the first to descend from the car, followed by Samantha, his wife, then Carmina, his seventeen year old daughter.

The RV which was carrying some of their belongings that was following their car, parked just a few meters from where Falco parked his family family car. His other son Luke, stepped out, followed by their nanny—a middle aged woman named Cordellia, who had been working for their family for almost two decades. Falco never wanted her to come along, but his wife argued that she needs Cordellia to help her manage the new household. Falco, already having troubles with his wife, agreed to not further the argument.

The doctor has no issues with Cordellia, but the woman has been through a lot too, he didn't want her to continue suffering with his family. But alas, he no longer have the voice to command when it came to his family.

He lost that when he failed to save his daughter.

He entered the restaurant and asked for a family table, soon-the entire family is seated and eating in silence.

"Glass Lake seems like a nice place, what do you guys think?" Falco said, in an attempt to solicit any form of interaction with his now mute family.

No one said a word.

"I think it will serve its purpose." Cordellia finally answered, while throwing an understanding look towards Falco.

The man smiled, knowing she answered to pacify his need for conversation, or may be out of pity, Falco can live with both.

After three more hours of driving, the car finally reached the bridge that separated Glass Lake County from the rest of its neighboring town.

The place got its name due to the magnificent lake that cradled the town. Glass Lake County can Almost be seen as an island, because of its geographic structure.

The bridge was erected recently which greatly helped the town. The number of its residents increased and the economic status of the town slowly rose in those five years.

You can Almost say that the place has become a tourist spot, because of the virgin forest that it fostered. The air too is quite fresh, because it is free of modernisation.

It's not that Glass Lake was totally untouched with modern technology, it does have all the modern features that one would expect in this and age, but the low population of the town slowed its progress and the residents did see the need for high class malls or buildings.

It is a peaceful place, that's why Falco decided to move his family there. He is aware that the wound left after his failure to save Avery will never fully heal if they are constantly reminded of her. He has no intention of erasing Avery from their memory, but it will be difficult to move-on, if every turn they make will remind them of her.

At first, his wife was hesitant to agree, but after their first born began to show signs of depression, his wife finally relented.

As Falco's car entered the town proper, he rolled down his window and took a deep breath. He is aware that it will take a long time, before his family can forgive him, but he is willing to wait. He will do everything he can to mend their hearts and forget the pain of losing Avery.

Falco, despite fully intent on keeping his thoughts and attention on the road began to reminisce.

When he saw his daughter laying on the operating table, he began to shake and hysterically cried. The young doctor who was with him tried to give him comfort and suggested that he takes over and call another doctor on duty to replace Falco. But Falco refused, despite knowing that his hands was shaking, he proceeded to operate on his daughter, unfortunately, his troubled mind and shaking hands made him commit a mistake.

Instead of cutting through one particular portion of her daughter's brain to remove the shard of glass imbeded on it, he mistakenly pushed the scalpel two inches to the left of where it was need, which caused additional bleeding to his daughter's brain. In that moment, he froze and instead of moving away from his kid's body to allow the other doctor to take over, he stayed and remained unmoving. By the time they managed to remove him from his spot, it was too late.

His wife was immediately notified and was told of what transpired inside the operating room, needless to say, she began blaming him.

When his other children found out, they too blamed him. They didn't leave him, but decided to communicate with him less and less, which led to the slow deterioration of the family bond which used to thrive so well within their family.

Out of guilt, Falco did not attend his daughter's funeral. His wife saw it as an insult, but Falco didn't have the heart to attend the service. No one even bothered to stop and understand, that what transpired inside that operating room was not something he intended. Yes, he should have allowed another doctor to conduct the procedure-but knowing how incompetent his co-worker were, he refused, thinking he can handle it himself. But he was proven wrong, maybe, if he allowed one of the other doctor's to take over (as his wife stated) his daughter would still be alive.

No one noticed, but Falco does regret, but even if he voiced out his own grief, he doubts if it is enough to appeas the pain of his family.

He thought things will eventually return to normal, but as the years went by, he realised that his family did not only need time, they needed a change of environment—one that will help them heal. A peaceful place that can serve as a cushion for his family's heart.

As he reached a long and narrow dirt road, east of the town, Falco brought his attention back to the road. A few minutes later, they arrived in front of a newly painted house. If one will look at it, they might think it was recently built. But if one will look closely, the style is vintage, but that is exactly why Falco chose the house. The over-all look is easy on the eye and created a comfortable and family oriented atmosphere.

As his car hit a full stop, just in front of the large gate of the house, the RV driven by his first born also arrived.

"We're here." Falco murmured, while glancing at his wife.