It was already 11 in the morning and Samara was still drowsy. While sleeping, her mind drifted to the scene when she lost her parents, due to which she was unable to get proper sleep. Every time, she saw the tragedy, she would wake up screaming and call Keith, her best friend. She could confide in Amelia and Gavin about the happenings in her life, but she still missed Keith, who understood her even before she uttered any word.
With her head in between her legs, Samara felt the urge to cry, when she heard a knock on the door. She slowly lifted her head and gave permission to enter. Gavin opened the door, “Good Morning! Beautiful, not having a good morning I suppose.”
Samara grunted and gave him a weak smile.
“What’s the matter, Samara?”
Samara slowly licked her lips and after thinking
