43 || Sister-in-law

It had been one week since Leila saw her husband. Within that week, she could count the number of times she ate on one hand. There were no flowers but breakfast and dinner always came at the appointed time.

The fridge was stocked up, she had warned the delivery boy to stop sending food to their apartment. But it was of no use. He had a job and he intended to do it.

Her days went by in a blur. She lived out her routine like a zombie. Waking up, going to the office. Bath and repeat. Today was the first time she was doing something outside of the routine. She hoped to get some answers. If not from Kelvin but from Amara.

Leila hit the number on the elevator. It was ten minutes past close of work, and most of her colleagues had gone home. The elevator stopped on Kelvin’s floor, she held her bag tighter and made the short walk to his office. Pushing the straps of her handbag up her shoulder, she knocked.

The door opened to reveal Amara, instead of letting her ins