YOU KEEP RUNNING FROM THE TRUTH. ONE DAY, IT WILL STOP RUNNING AFTER YOU.
I read the message twice before locking my phone.
That's the Shadric I know.
Every conversation with him ended the same way. It's either a warning, an incomplete answer, or another mystery he refuses to explain.
I wasn't giving him any attention tonight.
I switched off the lamp, determined to sleep, but his words lingered longer than I wanted them to.
By morning, I had a headache and very little patience.
I was buttoning my blouse for work when my mother knocked once and stepped inside.
"You're awake," she said, sounding relieved.
"I do that most mornings."
She smiled faintly.
"You're going to work?"
I looked down at my clothes before meeting her eyes again.
"Unless this suddenly counts as wedding attire
