The room was unusually quiet tonight.I glanced at the clock and it was past eleven.I had been lying awake almost an hour, staring at the stars,but sleep stubbornly refused to come.
Ever since that anonymous parcel arrived,my mind had been in complete disarray.
The faded photograph of my parents…
Raihan’s father standing beside them…
The questions refused to leave me alone.
Why had he kept quiet when he visited? Why had he pretended our families were complete strangers?
And also why’s did Raihan came home this afternoon beaten up?
I let out a sigh and turned onto my side.
Just then, I heard movement—soft, measured, almost unnaturally cautious. I immediately recognized the footsteps.
Raihan.
He was moving so quietly it was obvious he didn’t want to wake me. Curiosity got the bett
