MALA's POV

I paced back and forth in her room trying to hold back my emotions. when I came in to her apartment, I met unwashed dishes in the Kitchen sink, Ivana didn't know she will not be coming home anytime soon.

I washed the dishes and cleaned the whole house, but cleaning her bedroom was particularly difficult for me. I saw a photo of the both of us which we took when we attended the African music Festival at Swissville and it broke something inside of me- I broke down and cried. I ...