"Are we there yet?"

It hadn't even been five minutes since I covered her eyes with a handkerchief. Oh my gosh! Her lips were already making so much noise. But I finally understood one thing. Anya never played around when she said she was afraid of the dark. Not because of the darkness itself, but because she was afraid that when she opened her eyes, I wouldn't be there beside her.

Her grip on my hand was tight. So, I whispered, "I'm right here, Joice. I won't leave you."

Her breathing ...