Henna returned to her father’s house instead of the Garner residence where she was temporarily staying. She met her father by the garden as he sat down, relaxed, and enjoyed a plate of fruits.

“Henna, you’re home” he turned and said to her with a smile the moment he saw her coming.

“Dad” she muttered, her face downcast as she was worn out from the excessive thinking.

“What is wrong? Why is your face this down? Did anything happen on ...