CHAPTER 130— Give it Back

CHAPTER 130— Give it Back

Nishane's Point of View

I DON'T know how long Clifford and I have been in my office. I don't know how to start. Actually, I don't have anything else to say to him. The handkerchief is the only thing I really want to see to prove if it is really the one I lost.

He cleared his throat so I turned to him.

"Ah, sit down. Would you like something to drink?" I asked. My chest is pounding hard. It shouldn't be. I have nothing to worry about. Clifford was the only one in front of me.

"What do you want to see, Nishane?" he asked while staring at me. The look that I haven't seen from him in a long time because every time our eyes meet, I avoid looking at each other.

I bowed and gathered my courage. "Ahm, a while ago, I saw that you were holding a handkerchief. The fuschia pink handkerchief."

Clifford nodded. He moved after a while and took out the handkerchief from his pocket. My tears flowed automatically. The feeling is strong and I guess that's it.

"Is this what you'