Prologue

Walks down the lane, she could see herself grow older and wiser in those paths she had once followed. The lanes which gave her a life when life failed her.

The lanes were full of happy vacation times that he had spent in the house of his grandparents. From those vacations in teenage to then becoming the anchor to the place.

The lane was not just a lane. The city was not just the city. The pavements there had stories to tell. The place, where everything took place.

Southern Avenue, where the story of their life was written.