Trisha
“They will be a part of your life too if you stay with me,” he says, but I don’t answer. I don’t know what to answer that or what he meant by that statement. “So are you going to tell me what was wrong earlier?” He asks, breaking the silence again.
“Some other time maybe,” I answer, and he looks at me in the rear-view mirror, before he nods. By the time we get home, it's already nearly dinner time. I was surprised to see his mother in the kitchen cooking. “Where did you go? Luckily, I had my key on me,” she says when she sees us, and we explain what happened.
“Oh dear, poor baby. I am off tomorrow, and you two must be exhausted. Why don’t I take her with me for the evening, so that you can have a good night's sleep?” Isa says as she takes Zia from me. “That would be great. I am
