Feire finished work for the day with her mind completely unsettled. Desmond still hadn’t returned any of her calls. No text. Nothing. She had called him again earlier that day and he still ignored it. At that point, her mind refused to rest. Part of her feared something terrible had happened to him. Maybe he […]
Desmond lay flat on his mattress and stared at the ceiling for a long moment before picking up his phone. Eventually, he called Kike and asked if she could come over to his place because they urgently needed to talk. She agreed immediately. Honestly, she was eager to hear whatever decision he had reached and
Desmond made himself a cup of tea and sat before his laptop. He searched for a movie, hoping it would distract him long enough for his thoughts to settle. His head already ached badly, and he knew that if he continued overthinking everything, he might genuinely fall sick. Should he tell Feire the truth? Should
Desmond breathed in deeply, but the air refused to settle properly in his lungs. His heart raced at a frightening speed. He stood outside for what felt like eternity, though in reality it had barely been five minutes. Kike had just written the beginning of his troubles. Her father wanted to see him immediately. Immediately.
“Okay… em, Desmond,” she called softly. “Yeah? I’m listening, Kike.” “I’m pregnant.” The words dropped heavily between them. She stood up immediately and began pacing around the balcony, rubbing her forehead anxiously with one hand. Desmond leaned back slowly against the chair, his eyes widening in shock. Pregnant? How? He had never even seen her
What exactly was going through Feire’s mind? She knew it. She had said it over and over again — this man was cheating. Now suddenly there was a Kike in the equation. Suspense hammered against her chest as she waited for Desmond to respond, but he simply stood there with his head lowered, and somehow
As Feire drove back to her apartment, she sipped from the bottle of Pepsi in her left hand. Her mind was blank, and the sound system became her rescue as songs filled the car, distracting her from thoughts she didn’t want to entertain. She wasn’t sure she was ready for any of it anymore. Or
