Kiara buttoned the top of her dress, taking a seat in her old room. She didn’t miss this place, all she had missed while being in prison was Zique’s bedroom and his arms.

However, now she dreaded going near that awfully familiar room. It withheld too much of the past, memories of them were engraved against the walls, on the bed and even on the floor, memories she did not want to remember.

She hated them, every snippet of the past, he had used her in more ways than one. He played with her mind,