Part Twenty-Eight

Adara struggled to sleep, she felt dizzy and nauseated. She got up and wandered through the house. The bed seemed strange, big and empty. She went down to the kitchen and got some water. She concentrated on her own spirit, healing herself. After a few minutes she felt a bit stronger and slightly better.

She sat in the living room all through the night, staring out of the window. She tried Malachi’s phone a few times, but it went to voicemail. She wished Karani was still alive. She needed her so much. Karani would know exactly what to say. She missed her so much that it hurt.

“Adara.” Adara’s head snapped up because the voice that had spoken to her belonged to Karani.

“Am I dreaming?”

“I’m right here with you.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Karani.” Tears were flowing freely over Adara’s cheeks as Karani gripped her hand tightly.

“What are you doing, Adara? This isn’t your home.”

“I don’t have a home anymore. You were wrong, Karani, Kiran doesn’t love me.” The words were choked sobs and Ad