Buchi sat up the whole night staring at his photo album with his wife, Fab. He still found it difficult to believe that it was Jennifer who had snatched her life forcefully from her. It all
still felt like a dream to him. His heart constricted involuntarily, aching badly as hot tears streamed down his eyes; Jennifer used to be someone he could trust with his life. She used
to be a very good friend and a partner. When did it all switch up? How did he not realize she was lying when she said she had gotten over her feelings for him and was cool with him
wifing Fab? He questioned himself as he continued to swipe absentmindedly through the photo album. He was brought back from his reverie by the loud ringing of his alarm clock
and he sighed to himself in resignation as he returned the p
