KESTER.
I searched around the whole house and sparse neighborhood, but there was no sign of her.
My heart drummed so fast that it seemed unhealthy.
A part of me – the cowardly part – whispered to me to check the water to see if she had drowned or something. And even though I hated myself for even thinking that way, I found my legs moving in the direction of the body of water spread out before me.
Our house was quite secluded, away from the whole bustling of the magic of Maldives. That's how much quietness my mother wanted to have. Only a few houses, which also obviously belonged to high-class people, were in the area.
June hadn't even noticed I had left the house. I heard her making some calls with her friends – the ones she always lied to about how I treated her right and all that bu
