Mbali’s P.O.V
Snandiso helped me pack the bags in the car, he did not ask and I did not tell. I was tucked in the leather seat, seatbelt resting across my chest as it moved up and down sore as if bleeding from within. My eyes closed to open, the cars speeding by and lights flickering on yet my mind was far. My mind was at the hospital with a man I thought I’d lost.
I blinked to see the car passing the gate with my home growing near and bigger before my eyes. I did not want to get out, just to sit there, my knees tucked under my chin and think of nothing but John. I was scared, I was scared for him, I did not know what I would be if something happened to him, I did not know if I could heal from that.
The car parked, Snandiso walking out and taking my bags. My mind was preoccupied,
