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The low yet familiar voice, amid the darkness, ignited my cognition. I felt dizzy, light-headed and the effort to open my eyes seemed to be in vain. All I could do was submit to the nothingness that surrounded me. ‘Where the fuck am I?’

“Mommy, is daddy going to be alright?”

`Sandra, Shit!’ It was my daughter. There was sadness in her voice; a genuine feeling of pain and loss. My daughter was enquiring about me. ‘What the fuck has happened to me and why the heck can’t I open my eyes?’

“Baby, daddy is going to be fine.” Undoubtedly, I knew It was Carol. Her voice was quivering and by the sound of it, she seems tired and fighting back to hold her tears. I could sense the presence of my wife and daughter, but my visual sense seems to be paralyzed and my hands and feet felt numb. I could only hear but not respond. The will to fight was replaced by an overpowering calmness which was taking over me. ‘Is this was death feels like?’

All of a sudden, the event before my blackout flashed before me. I remember Cynthia, Carol’s mother, telling me to come home. She was crying bitterly, and that got me worried. I recall getting in my car and driving to her place. I remember stopping at the signal, waiting for the green light to glow when I heard a loud crash, popping of the airbags in my car followed by a blackout. ‘Did I meet with an accident?’

I finally summoned up the strength and managed to open my eyes. As my blurred vision became clear, I saw Carol fast asleep on the chair. I became aware of the needles and the tubes connected to my body, and once I studied my surroundings, I realized that I was in the hospital.

“Carol!” I managed to utter with my feeble voice.

My voice had a quick impact on my wife, who woke up with a startle and rushed towards me. Her red eyes, messy hair and smudged mascara told me that she was tired. Without wasting a moment she grabbed my hand and sat on the bed.

“What happened to me? Why am I here?” I asked.

“Simon… you met with an accident. It seems, when you were waiting at the crossroad, a drunk driver hit your car and that knocked you out.”

I paused for a while to make sense of what I had just heard. “When did this happen?”

“Two days ago. You have been unconscious for two days. The crash has impacted your brain, left arm, and leg. Right now, you are on medication which will make you feel drowsy, but it’s all good.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I had been knocked cold for two days. When I looked around to see if there was anyone, I found there was nobody.

"Sandra is at mum's place. I felt that it would be good for mom to have a company. She is completely shaken after dad's death," Carol replied.

"Dad passed away? When did this happen?"

"Two days ago. When we got the news we rushed home. I tried to call you but I didn't get any response from you. Mum told me that you were coming but I guess she didn't tell you about dad."

As Carol was speaking, I saw a drop of tears trickling down her cheeks. She was close to her dad and she loved him more than her mom. She tried not to make a big deal out of it, but deep down I knew that she was devastated.

“Carol, I am so sorry. I know that you were close to your dad…”

She interrupted me, “And, yet I have disappointed him. I never got to say sorry for the pain I caused him.”

As she spoke, her sobs became out of control and I moved my hand to touch hers and assure her of my support. Carol was doing all possible things as reparation; to get rid of the guilt that was haunting her. Often, I wondered if her action to make things easier for me was to wipe away her guilt or there was a different agenda?

Carol told me more about her dad and also informed me that her mom knew about her dad’s condition but chose not to reveal it to anyone. Dave had been a victim of cancer, and he and his wife decided not to talk about it to anyone. I could only marvel at Cynthia’s patience, sacrifice and the time she spent in looking after her husband in his last days.

The following day, I had visitors pouring in who came to inquire about my condition. My colleagues dropped in to spend time with me, to console me about my accident and the death of Carol’s dad, my father-in-law. The doctors came in to check on my condition, and to see how I was doing. The news that I would be discharged four days later came as a relief. I had always been on the move and being confined to the bed was frustrating. I wanted to get out of this bed and back on my feet as soon as possible.

In the evening, I was paid a visit by someone unexpected. Jenivee’s ex! Upon seeing him, I sat up straight and put on a serious face deliberately avoiding a friendly smile. Carol had been out to prepare for her dad’s funeral and Sandra was with her grandmother, Cynthia.

“I hope you don’t mind a company,” Dan said as he entered the room.

“We haven’t met, have we?” I said.

“Oh, I thought Jenivee told you about me.”

By now, Dan had entered the room and stood next to my bed. He dragged the chair close to me and took a seat. My movements were restricted, so I had no option but to oblige.

“Jenivee didn’t tell me much about you except that you ditched her,” I replied.

Dan cleared his voice and leaning forward said, “You got it all wrong. Jen and I had been dating each other for an entire year. Truth be told, she is the first woman whom I am close to. Even though she is a few years older, we hit it off quite well. I had made up my mind to marry her.”

“That’s not what I heard from her. From what I’ve gathered, she told me that you dumped her.”

Dan leaned back on the chair and sighed. “She said that our relationship was choking her. I admit that I was a bit possessive but isn’t that normal for first-timers like me?”

“But did you ditch her?”

“I thought she wanted me to leave her. She is a wild lady who loves adventure. Little did I know that our lovemaking would knock her up, and if I had known that she was pregnant, I wouldn’t have left her at all…”

Without letting him complete, I asked, “Didn't you know that she was pregnant at the time when you were on a break?”

“Hell, no. She didn’t tell me about it. I think it's because she thought that I was immature and wouldn’t be able to handle the situation. I had no job back then. My brother did encourage me to join the force, but I wanted to stand on my own feet.”

I was irritated with Dan's explanation. He wanted to steal Jenivee from me. “Dan, for the past six months or more, I have been seeing Jen, and I have grown attached to her. I have looked after her, and we had made plans to spend our lives together. Do you think it will be easy for her to give up everything? I love her and it will hurt me to let her go”

Dan looked into my eyes. His facial expression told me that he had rightly interpreted my emotions when I knit my brow.

“Sir, I know it’s going to be difficult but deep down you know that she is still in love with me. She is carrying my child, and she cannot help but have feelings for me. If I may ask you, how will you deal with the fact that she would be a mother to a child that’s mine? Can you assure me that you will love the child just like a real biological father?”

Dan’s words caught me off-guard. These questions were not new to me. To say the least, I couldn’t think about Jen without having the thought of her unborn child. But Jen had assured me that she would love Sandra as her own child, and she also confessed to me that she could picture Sandra calling her, ‘Mom.’

“Dan, Jen and I had discussed this in the past, and we are okay with that. I know that you love Jen, but whether Jen loves you… I want to hear it from her.”

“I understand! Maybe when you are back on your feet, you may ask her. But mind you, she is carrying a child and I don’t want this issue to cause her any harm as it could affect my baby.”

I had spent a considerable amount of time with Jenivee and I had grown attached to her. What had begun as fun and mere bedroom games had ended up becoming a part of my life. I cared for her like my own wife and truth be told, I even loved her more than Carol.

“Dan, I have grown attached to Jen and her family. When she was alone, I cared for her and looked after her as my wife. Do you think it’s going to be easy for me to let her go? It’s not just me, but it's her too. She has grown close to me and, breaking up with her, just like that, is going to leave us both broken.”

I had not completed my sentence when Dan’s phone beeped, and he immediately reached for it. He swiped the screen and began to read the text which he just received. A vicious smile appeared upon his dark face, and he stood up.

“Well, I got to go. Sorry about your condition and I wish you a quick recovery.”

Having said that, Dan walked out of the room, leaving me puzzled. The text which he received had caused a drastic change of emotion. As much as I hated it, I could only think of one person who was responsible for the text; Jenivee.

“Where the fuck is my phone?” I said to myself with a clenched fist.

~~~~~~

The taxi rolled to a slow stop in the driveway right in front of my house. Sitting in the backseat with me, Carol had given the driver clear instructions to drive carefully and against the driver's wish, told him to take a longer route, just so that we could avoid the traffic.

“Honey, let me open the door for you,” Carol said as she got out of the car.

“Carol, maybe you can get the bags while I pay the gentleman,” I replied.

“Oh, he is paid. Do you need any help in moving?”

"I think I can manage."

I got out of the cab and made my way towards the door. The painkillers had numbed my pain for a while, but it had made my head heavy. Limping, I made it to the door but had to wait for Carol as the keys were in her possession.

Seeing me standing at the door, Carol rushed towards me with the bags and dropped them to the floor. She began to fish for the keys in her handbag and upon finding them, pushed it into the keyhole and opened the door.

“Simon, you can go and take a nap. Make sure that you avoid unnecessary movement when I am not around. In the evening, we can go for a walk in the park. I need to pay a visit to the insurance company and will be back as soon as I am done. Sandra will be staying at Mom’s place for a while…”

“Carol, maybe she can come and stay with us for some time. I don’t want to burden you unnecessarily.”

“It’s not a burden, Simon,” Carol replied as she dragged the bags in. “If you were in my place, you would have done the same.”

“Yes... but I think it will still be better if mom stays with us for a while. I know she prefers to stay all by herself, but I am sure that she will appreciate some company. With dad gone, I think it’s not right to leave her to herself.”

Carol looked at me before looking at the floor and replied, “I will see what I can do. I will prepare something for you to eat. Remember, you cannot take any medicine on an empty stomach.”

I smiled at Carol and said, “Yes, I will remember that. Thank you, Carol.”

With little difficulty, I climbed the stairs and went to my room. I decided to lie down for a while till Carol called me for lunch. Since I had lost my phone in the car crash, I had to set an alarm on my watch. As I laid down, a sense of uneasiness and loss starting taking over me. I was losing Jenivee! Her ex-boyfriend had decided to claim her back and having seen the effect he had on her, I grew even more nervous.

Even though I had Carol for a while, I couldn’t see her as a lover. She was trying her level best to make up to me. The only thing holding us together was our daughter and should anything happen to her, there would be no link left between her and me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of the alarm. I stripped myself and went to the bathroom. As the warm water cascaded down my naked skin, I felt my body relax and I found myself letting out a sigh. Having wrapped a towel around my waist, I moved out of the bathroom to get ready for food. I had just finished drying myself when Carol entered the room and instinctively, I reached for the towel and covered my groins. I was shy of my nakedness.

“Oh, I am sorry. I should have knocked,” Carol said.

“It’s alright. I just came out of the shower,” I replied.

“I just came to call you for lunch. If you need any help in getting ready…”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I will get ready and come down,” I replied.

When Carol left the room I found myself embarrassed. Carol had been my wife for eight long years and yet when she came to my room, I was shy. We had been naked in front of each other in the past, and yet I was ashamed to be naked in front of her. I was sure that she had questions popping in her mind about what had just happened.

In the evening, we went to the park which was two blocks away from our house. I was advised to keep moving and exercising as much as possible if I wanted to recover as soon as possible. Being the only child in the family, I was brought up to stand on my own feet and being assisted in things which I could do all by myself, was embarrassing.

“You don’t have to help me, Carol. You have already done a lot,” I said.

“Oh, it’s nothing compared to what you have done for me,” Carol replied with a faint smile.

We sat in silence for a while and gazed at the pond in front of us. The laughter of the children playing, who were carefully watched by the parents and some young couple sitting on the bench brought back memories. Carol and I had been couples and parents. We had a lot in common and yet the silence was the only language we could communicate with.

“You should be able to resume work the following week. I have placed an order for a new phone which will arrive in two days. Don’t worry about Sarah…”

“Carol! It’s okay. I know you got things under control. I trust you,” I replied with a forced smile. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yes?”

“Can you stay with us a little while? I might need help in looking after Sarah.”

“Sure, Simon.” After a brief pause, she continued, “I don’t mean to put my nose into anything but, how are things between you and Jenivee? Is she aware that I am staying with you?”

“She is good. I didn’t get a chance to speak to her, but I am sure she is doing good.” I didn’t want to reveal to Carol anything in detail about Jenivee and me as I didn’t want to make her feel miserable. I knew that Jenivee and she were rivals and if I had to speak about Jenivee, it would tear her apart.

“Are you two planning to get together?”

“I am not sure. I doubt it. The child's father showed up and wants to get back together with her. So, at the moment, things are complicated. Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Yes?’

“How do you feel when you see me with Jenivee?”

My question caused Carol to pause for a while. With her clenched fist, she replied, “Frankly, I hate it. I hate her and I hate the fact that you are with her. I don’t want to be a wedge in your relationship but I hate it.”

There was a change in the facial expression of Carol. Her tired eyes had become serious and her voice stronger. “I know I am being a hypocrite when I say that, but I have learnt my lesson. Isn’t that how you felt when you saw me with Aaron?”

I was dumbstruck after listening to Carol. Those were the very words I had been longing to hear and it did fan my ego. I had finally proven Carol that I was right, and she was wrong. But what was the cost? Our marriage was stained and family, fallen apart.

“Carol, I don’t think I need to explain how I feel. Seeing the person you love, make love to someone other than yourself… It hurts. I felt miserable when I saw you with Aaron. More than that, I felt that I could never satisfy you and from the time I found out about you two, my confidence in our relationship was devasted. I don’t want to talk about the past and open the wound again, but I am sure that it wasn’t easy for both of us. I know that you love me and will do anything to win me back. I have loved you but it will take a while for me to trust you. If I look at you as my wife, it hurts me. You are the mother of my child and I won’t deny the fact that it’s because of her that I am doing all this.

“But at the same time, it will wrong on my part to say that I have been doing this only for Sandra. I had seen you in your miserable condition and I couldn’t bear to see you living like that. I do love you and it was this love that provoked me to bring you home. Carol, you are like a good friend to me and I don’t think we can go further than that.”

When I finished speaking, I turned to look at Carol, whose gaze was fixed on the couple who were watching their two kids play. Her eyes appeared to be moist. After what I had spoken, I was sure that it would create a deep impression on her.

“Simon, do you see those couples? They do love each other. I am sure that their love for each other has undergone a lot of tests. But the fruit of their marriage, the kid, is what keeps them together.”

She then turned to look at me and continued, “Simon, I do love our daughter. I love her more than anything. From the time I have been away from her, I realised how much she means to me. She is the only one whom I can call as my own. It's okay if you don’t see me as your wife anymore… You see me as a friend, and that means a lot to me.”

The words of Carol came as a surprise to me. I had expected a stronger and a negative response, but on the contrary, I received a response which only made me take pride in myself. Morally, I had taken the higher ground and won.

~~~~~~~

Carol had worked as a nurse and her nursing skills were of great help. Cynthia, her mother, joined us to spend some time at our place. Even though she was a strong woman, her husband's demise had shaken her. During this time, Carol played a crucial role as a daughter. Seeing her fulfill the role of a daughter to her mother and of a mother to our daughter impressed me.

When I was in bed, recuperating, I often thought about Jenivee. I missed her more than anything. I used to see her as someone who filled the void in my life, in Carol’s absence and now, she had become a part of my life. When Carol handed me a new phone, I tried to get in touch with Jenivee and to my disappointment, I received no response from her.

In about two weeks, I was able to walk without any assistance and the pain in my leg was gone. At the same time, I also noticed a change in Carol’s behaviour. She spent more and more time outside away from home than at home. During our meals, I often found her glancing at the phone and a smile drawing across her face. I didn’t want to reach any conclusion but the signs which she gave were similar to the ones I got when she was cheating behind my back.

Two days after Cynthia left, Carol told me that she wanted to speak to me. After our supper, she invited me to the room which was occupied by her. Upon entering, I found a bag packed which indicated one thing; she was leaving. I felt my heart tearing apart. She was still folding the clothes and preparing the second bag when she saw me and stopped what she was doing. I was greeted with a faint smile.

“Simon, please sit down. I want to talk to you about something,” She said as she came close to me.

I was a bit shocked to see the bags packed, yet I managed to control my emotions and sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, this was unexpected…”

“This?” She smiled again and continued, “Simon, you knew that sooner or later, this day would come. You are all fine and can resume work anytime you like. You no longer need my help…”

“Sandra! She needs your help,” I barked.

“She has got a wonderful dad who, according to me will do well.”

I let out a sigh. “You have found someone?” I asked

“Beg your pardon?”

“Carol, I have been observing you. I know it’s not my business, but still, are you seeing someone?”

Carol paused for a while, looked straight into my eyes and smiled. “Not yet. A friend of mine, at the workplace, informed me that a guy is interested in me. I had ignored him for a while but of late I have considered giving him a chance. At the same time, seeing you with Jenivee... I can't...”

I reflected on the words of my wife. She was telling me that she wanted to move on. It was I who had told her that I had found someone and had moved on. When she asked if she had a chance of winning me back, it was I who dismissed the thought saying that things were irreversible and that I could never see her as my wife.

As I was reflecting on her words, Carol stood up, went to the bureau and grabbed a file. Handing me the file she said, “The divorce papers arrived two weeks ago. It took me a while to digest it but like you said, things are irreversible. I have already signed them.”

I sat in silence, holding the paper, thinking of how things were coming to an end. I had longed to teach my cheating wife a lesson, make her suffer and finally divorce her. The day had finally arrived, but it seemed as if I had dug my own grave. It was Jenivee who had pushed me to quicken the proceeding of divorce as she wanted to start a family with me. Applying for a divorce was doing but now, I regretted my decision.

“Simon, I am not angry at you. If anything, I am grateful to you for all that you have done to me. You have been a wonderful husband and I have enjoyed every moment that we spent together. I can never forgive myself for cheating on you. I have been selfish. The fact that you have given me a chance to be a friend and still see my daughter, means a lot to me. I cannot thank you enough.”

I sat in silence for a while. My pride had reached its paramount and yet a sense of loss accompanied filled my very being. I tried to speak but found my voice frozen. I stood up and made my way out of the room. Carol looked at me, waiting to hear a response from me, but to her disappointment, I gave none. I made it to my room and lay on the bed.

My mind was contemplating the event that had just occurred when I heard a knock on the door. I stood up and went to open it only to find my wife standing in front of me.

“Before I go, I need a favour from you. Can you look at me as your wife … Just for tonight?”

I looked into her moist eyes and saw a deep longing for my touch; my attention. For a couple of seconds, we stared into each other’s eyes and finally I pulled my hand across her face, gently caressing the soft skin of her cheek. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and a teardrop came tricking down her cheek. Cupping her face in both my hands, I kissed my wife.

Carol wasted no time in wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close to her. The aggressiveness in her touch made it obvious that she longed for me. We broke the kiss only to hug each other and it was this time that I became aware of my moist eyes.

“Can you make love to me … One last time?”

Carol’s request did more than just hurt me. It turned me on! She wanted to be intimate with me for the last time before she could leave. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bed and gently placed her on the soft mattress. Despite all that we had been through, we still loved and shared the physical hunger for each other. Soon, we were stripping each other so that we could re-consummate our temporary relationship.

With Carol lying right under me, I bent down kissing her again and this time, our naked bodies were touching each other. The excitement that kicked in was much more than the one we had when we first shared our love for each other through the same act. I pressed myself unto her; my chest squeezing her breast while and her hand gripping my hair, pulling me closer to her.

There was an urge to be one with her, and she with me. As I knelt between her thighs, Carol instinctively spread her legs wide for me. There were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as she offered herself to me.

I grabbed the shaft of my cock and slowly rubbed it against her pussy lips. A moan escaped from Carol’s lips. As I pushed my manhood into her, she held her breath and grabbed my arms. She was tight so I had to push a little harder into her and after a certain point, I halted.

“Give me your all, baby. Love at me as your wife.”

I looked into Carol’s eyes, a teardrop came trickling down my cheek. Carol wasted no time in wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close to her. Her naked legs were wrapped around my waist, causing me to slide deeper into her.

Sex with Jenivee had been special but it was nothing compared to what I had at the moment. I felt full and contended as I was one with my wife. It was not just a physical union but also a union of mind and heart. We continued kissing as our dance of love gained rhythm.

As I continued to slide my cock in and out of her, Carol’s moaning had evolved into sobbing. With her finger piercing into the flesh of my back, I was driven to fuck her faster.

There was an urgency in my thrust and I knew that I couldn't last long. My breath had quickened and I felt the strong desire to cum into her. Gaining control of myself, I tried to pull myself out of her.

“Baby, I am going to cum,” I said, gasping for breath.

“Cum into me. Fill me with your cum, honey,” Carol replied. She was crying.

With a loud grunt and a final thrust, I felt my cock spasm and shoot spurts after spurts of my seed into my wife. Tired, sweaty and breathless, I fell on top of her and found myself gasping for breath. Carol had her arms wrapped around and made no sign of letting me go.

“Simon, I missed this. Thank you so much,” Carol said as he tried to catch her breath.

After five long minutes, I slid beside the woman who was my wife and wrapping my arms around her, pulled her close to me to cuddle her. Her warm soft skin was pressed against my naked body and it was after a couple of kisses on her neck that I found myself drifting to sleep.

~~~~~~

In the morning when I work up, I found myself alone in the room. Carol was missing. My heart sank. I felt like I was a victim of my ego for not letting Carol know how I felt. I lay motionless, thinking about the time Carol was with me, waiting on me and carrying for me yet, blinded by my love for Jenivee, I had ignored her.

I managed to get out of bed, put on my clothes and walk into the room which was occupied by her. The room was empty. Carol was gone. Even in her absence, the scent of her hair was still lingering in the room. I sat on the bed and let out a sigh. ‘If only… if only I could tell her how much I loved her.’

As I was relishing the moment, my eyes fell on the phone and a note on the bedside table. It read, ‘I have nothing to hide from you anymore. I will always love you. – Carol’

A ray of hope flickered in my dark soul as I reached to grab the phone. The home screen displayed a picture of us three; Sandra, Carol and me. I went to the media gallery and to my surprise, I found two folders. One named, ‘Aaron’ and the other ‘Untitled’. I didn’t want to open and ‘untitled folder’ as I assumed it to contain some various pictures and videos and I already had a preunderstanding of what the other folder contained.

I went to her messenger app and began to browse through her contacts. Jenivee’s name caught my attention. I open her message and what I saw next, hit me like a ton of bricks. There were videos of Jenivee and me having sex! As I scrolled up, I was horrified at the number of pictures and videos which were shared. There were no texts from Carol’s side and it was evident that this was a one-sided conversation. Jenivee had been sharing clips of me having sex with her, to make Carol feel miserable. "Fuck!"

I stormed out of the house, called the cab and gave him Jenivee’s address. I was furious and I wanted to confront her head-on. Her inhuman action had made  Carol feel miserable. Since it was early morning, it took me forty-five minutes to reach the destination. I was boiling with anger when I knocked on the door. To my surprise, it was Dan who opened the door. I didn’t care about the unfriendly look that I got from him and pushing him aside, I walked in.

“Simon, what the fuck are you doing here,” Dan asked.

“I want an answer from, Jenivee,” I said as I walked right towards her room.

When I opened the door, I got another blow. Jenivee was holding a child, trying to put it to sleep. I froze. She had given birth to a baby and Dan was helping her by playing the roles of a father and a husband. The emotions that were growing like a balloon, suddenly deflated and I stood there helpless. Jenivee looked up to me and I noticed the fear and the guilt splashed across her face.

“She doesn’t want you here,” I heard Dan speak as she gripped my arm.

I turned to look at him and I could see anger printed all over his face.

“I am not here to fight for her. I am here to tell her that it’s over. It’s over… between me and her,” I said.

Dan let go of my arm. He was confused just like me but for a different reason. I looked at Jenivee for a final time and slowly walked out of the house and dan followed me.

“Sorry about that, man. I thought you were here to create some issues. The moment I saw you, I was about to call my brother.

“Don’t bother, I am done with this. I won’t bother you two again,” I managed to reply.

I ordered an Uber and was waiting for it to pick me up. Dan stood beside me in silence. I was tempted to tell her about Jenivee’s act and how she played a vicious role in destroying my marriage the second time, but I put that thought out of my mind.

"Are you some cop or something?" I asked. Dan had mentioned that he wanted to join some force and I assumed that he had some connection with the cops.

“Not yet, but my brother is. He wants me to become a cop just like him…”

“I have a request to make. There is this guy named Aaron. He has destroyed my marriage. He had threatened to do something bad to my wife. Can you take care of him? I want to see him destroyed.”

Dan looked at me surprised. "Aaron? That son of a bitch, doc? The guy on whom Jen had a crush and who broke her heart? I have a score to settle with him but then… it’s personal. But if you have any evidence about ….”

I handed him Carol's phone.

~~~~~

The cab stopped in front of the store and I requested him to wait for me for a while. I walked in and began scanning for a familiar face; the face of my wife, wanting to tell her that I was sorry and that I wanted to have her back in my life. After fifteen minutes of struggle, I gave up and decided to approach one of the staff and inquire about Carol.

“Carol? She used to work here. It’s been a week since we last saw her. I think she found a job elsewhere,” the cashier told me.

I walked out of the store, broken and defeated and made my way to the cab which was waiting for me. As the vehicle moved, tears began rolling down my cheek. ‘I had lost her.’