Seventy-One

D’Angelo

When Kira left the hospital, my body and mind became restless. Even though a guard drove her home, I couldn't help the quell of fear in my heart.

Now that she was marked, she would be a target for my enemies and those I had hurt, whether intentionally or not. It was getting darker, and she hadn't returned yet. I tried to relax by watching the news, but I couldn't focus until I heard a knock on the door.

Leo walked in carrying a basket of fresh fruits, my favorite brand of apple juice, and some bread. He approached my bed with a relaxed smile, and I gave him a clenched half-smile.

"Did you see Kira on the way here?" I asked him. He frowned and shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Not even a hello? Am I that insignificant? And to answer your question, I did not see your Kira. What’s the problem?"

"Nothing," I said, standing up and heading to the window that overlooked a beautiful hillside with goats chewing grass.

"Are you okay?" he asked behind me, placing his ha