CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Kate prepared Kent’s favorite meal. Last time she talked to him, he was happy at the prospects of finding a great writer. She made sure that she had everything ready. After being satisfied with what she had done, she took a bath and wore her beloved dress which she knew Kent loved. She went back in the kitchen and checked on the food warmers as if someone had entered to steal the food. She sat on the dining chair while busy looking at her phone. She had texted him earlier on and he said he was in the neighbourhood but it had been thirty minutes already. Knowing Kent, he had a tendency of talking to people especially when he reached the neighbourhood. She didn’t want to call him. She told herself to be patient. They had the whole night together.

With all the work Kate had done, she was very tired. She got her sweater and rested her head on the dining table and fell asleep. An hour later, she woke up to no sign of Kent in the house.

“Babe!” She ca