It was three months later that my mom came to see me in the kitchen. I was helping her bake for a neighbor at the time. She seemed slightly distressed.
"Sweetie, there is someone here to see you."
"See me? I don't know anyone who would come to see me rather than you." She frowned and gestured for me to follow her to the front door. As she opened it my heart dropped into my shoes. Xavier stood on the other side. He looked like a mess. The opposite of his usual composed self.
"Kifa." His gentle voice shocked me out of my frozen state.
"I don't know him," I told my mother as I turned to walk away.
"Kifa wait!" I stopped in my tracks for a moment. I grit my teeth harshly as I continued to walk back to the kitchen. I heard the footsteps following me.
"I'll leave you two alone." My mother
