In less than an hour, Kiara walked back to Zique’s room, fully dressed. “I’m ready.”

Zique who sat with his head in his hands looked up at her, forcing a smile. “Alright, I’ll go take a shower and get ready too.”

He stood to his feet, kissing her forehead before walking out of the room. His actions were worrisome, she could see the quiver behind his smiles, the indecisiveness in his eyes and even though he was trying so hard to hide it, she could see the sadness that now resided across his face