CHAPTER SIXTY SIX: THE MYSTERIOUS BAG

Kayla’s POV

I would love to say that the past week flew by even before I could blink, but if I say that, then I would be lying. Because it passed by with such agonizing slowness that it felt as if each minute felt like eons. Maybe it was because of how eager I was for time to pass that it ended up feeling slow instead. But slow or not, the week passed and now; I was pacing back and forth in my office, waiting for a certain someone to arrive.  

Once I had called him the day after he left, it was as if I had flipped a switch on in Zane. As if me calling him was the explicit permission he required to call me back, he made it a habit of calling me from the next day. At first it was once a day but after two days, he began calling randomly throughout the day saying that something or the other reminded him of me and he wanted to hear my voice. One time it was ‘I saw a gray cloud that reminded me of your stormy eyes an