Ciara gazed out the oval window, staring at the tarred ground of the terminal, her thoughts still filled with the events of last week. What she was more worried about was Mason, it was like he had distanced himself from a lot of things. He was like an inanimate object, barely smiling or even spoke much. Most times he would act like a stranger in their own house and she didn't know how to tackle such case, because it didn't help her too. She blamed it all on what Fiona did last week.
She took her eyes off the tarred ground and fixed it on Mason who was sitting adjacent to her. She would not deny that it hurt her to see him not sitting beside her. She just exhaled and frowned when a male body blocked her view of Mason. She looked up at the man who fell under Mason's age grade, his hair was
