A week later, Kaira and I were on our way to the airport. I checked my phone and as always there were numerous messages from Rubby. They were the least of my worries. I informed the manager through a text to get everyone at work the next day and get an acting secretary for me. I had called our family doctor to get a nurse through to Harry. He was to take her to Kaira’s apartment and get cleaners to clean it up for her. “Baby, are you ok?”, Kaira lifted her head from my shoulders. “Em. Yeah! I am fine, don’t worry about me”, I smiled and looked away. The accident had made Kaira extremely sensitive. She cared about every emotion, every word and everything. She asks questions about everything and anything. I wouldn’t deny how tiring and exhausting it was for me most times. We got down and we were led away from the usual route. “Why aren’t we waiting here like others?, she asked, clinging on to my sleeve tightly. “That’s because we are taking my per
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