EIGHTY

Diane and Nicholas silently walked back to her house, their hands linked together. Diane admitted to herself that she had a nice, quiet time with Nicholas and she enjoyed it. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed her time with Nicholas, how much she cherished every moment they spent together.

As they walked, he squeezed her hand softly. She looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her. “What’s making you so happy?” She questioned.

“You,” he whispered and she let out a small smile, quickly looking away as her cheeks reddened.

They eventually got to the front of her house but Nicholas held on to her hand, unwilling to let her go. “Diane,” he said, “there is something I’d like to tell you.”

“Um? I’m listening,” she answered.

He was silent for a while. Then, he blurted out, “I know where Malvika is.”

Diane stared at him, her face changing from neutral to shocked. “You know?” she questioned and he nodded his head. “Are you saying you knew all these while?” she demanded and Nicholas qu