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Honi strode back to his parents’ house as quickly as he could without breaking into a jog. As it was, people were turning around, staring at him. He wanted to glare back, to punish them for their open nosiness, but with his parents living in the community, he held himself back.
His mom was preparing a late snack in the kitchen as he stormed past her. Her head shot up, and she called him by name. Whatever she wanted, it would have to wait. He needed to speak to Adi first.
By the time he reached the end of the hallway, he was breathing heavily. He collected himself, knocked, then pushed open the door to her bedroom. He stopped and swallowed hard. The room was pristine—bed made, no clothes on the floor, no sign that anybody had ever been here.
“Adi?” he whispered, then cleared his thro
