KIARA’S POV
It had been ten days since I met Kevin near the lake. The tiny hope in my heart that he would come back and at least give me a chance to explain myself was getting bleaker and bleaker.
In retrospect, maybe I should have followed him home; maybe I should have insisted that he listened to my part of the story. Weren’t we supposed to fight harder for what we wanted in life?
“Nivaan! NIvaan!” I called out as I walked out of my tent. He came running moments later. Worry was evident on his face.
He cupped my face and asked, “How are you feeling?”
A bitter smile spread on my lips as I said, “Like my heart and soul has been ripped out of my body…”
“I am so sorry, Love… I wish I could do something for you…”
“Actually you can… I am done playing the victim card. Take me to the pa
