The phone rang. Reena picked it. “Hello.” “I’m at the door.” “Come to the door.” “Who are you?” “I’m waiting.” The call clicked off. Reena dropped the phone and stared at…
He was a thief! And like the thief he was, he’d come, skulking, unseen and nimble-fingered. How she’d not known he was a thief, Amina did not know. He’d come when…
Death had struck again. It had started with their parents. Taking their mother first, and then even before the full year was over, it took their father. Then barely three years…
He was gone no more. He was here, never really gone. He was back in her life; had been back for some time and now she’d accepted it, Chizu knew herself…
