The morning turned into afternoon, the evening into night and Zique still didn’t come back.

Kiara wasn’t worried, she wasn’t, she wasn’t, she wasn…or perhaps that’s what she kept telling herself. Her mind wouldn’t stop running right back to him, he slept on the floor for her last night and yet disappeared right after…why?

Had he given up? So easily?

She didn’t know the reason behind the bad feeling that had weighed down on her since he left or the knots in her stomach either. Something wasn’t