With Zeath locking himself in his room again for the past three hours and Zachili still out, I merely lie in my own room, moaning in the pain of grief while not knowing how to wrap my head around the constant surprises since this week.

The front door opening seems to announce Zachili’s return. My paranoia mind tells me to check if it’s him or an intruder, while my lazy side convinces me to just sleep off the danger; maybe get killed in my sleep or something. So, I just grab one of my ...