MALA's POV
I unlocked the bolt of the door and walked into our small apartment, the room looked deserted, clothes were thrown all over the bed, Ivana's hand dryer sat on the table hair-cream shining all over it, but the room was empty.
I didn't expect not to find Ivana home today, she had told me she had no arrangement of meeting Kyl today, so we made plans to cook plantain and Jolliof rice and watch Jack sparrows together, one of our girly rituals.
I took a deep breath, exhausted from a hard day's job my whole body ached. I flung on my bag on the bed and went to the kitchenette to get a glass of water my phone in my Hands. I took a sip gulping greedily and then kept the glass on the counter counter.
I scrolled through my phone, my call logs, saw a missed call from Ivana but no messag
