KEIRA As Papa and I entered the police station, Officer Rodriguez, the familiar face from our previous visits, looked up with surprise. "Back so soon?" he remarked, a curious expression on his face.We exchanged glances before responding, "We are here to see Calvin."Officer Rodriguez arched an eyebrow; his surprise was evident. "See Calvin? Are you sure about that? We are still in the middle of an investigation."My gaze was steady as I nodded. "It has nothing to do with the investigation or the case. We need to talk to him for closure."The officer hesitated for a moment, weighing the unusual request. "Well, this is highly irregular, but I will let you through if you think it is necessary. Just remember, it is not a social visit. You need to be quick.” Papa and I followed Officer Rodriguez through the maze of corridors, the echoes of our footsteps resonating in the sterile surroundings. The atmosphere was tense, the gravity of the situation amplified by the institutional backdrop

KEIRAThe waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.Lost in the magnificence of the scene, I revelled in the tranquillity surrounding me. The salty scent of the sea mingled with the gentle breeze, caressing my skin and tousling my hair. The symphony of crashing waves provided a rhythmic backdrop, a constant reminder of the power and vastness of nature. It was a moment of perfect serenity, a pause in time where worries and cares melted away.Suddenly, a familiar sound broke through the symphony of nature—a voice calling my name. I turned, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw him approaching. Clint emerged from t

KEIRAI wrapped my hand around Clint's arm as we strolled along the sun-kissed beach. The sand felt warm beneath my bare feet, and the rhythmic crash of the waves created a soothing soundtrack to our leisurely walk. It was a beautiful summer day, and the beach was brimming with life. People of all ages dotted the shoreline, their laughter and chatter blending with the gentle breeze."It is quite crowded today," I remarked, glancing around at the vibrant scene unfolding before us.Clint smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning the bustling shoreline. "Yeah, weekends are always like this. Everyone is out to enjoy the sun and the sea."While I enjoyed the beach when it was quieter, I also didn't feel uncomfortable because Clint was the person I wanted to be around. As long as he was here, nothing else really mattered.We continued our stroll, navigating through the clusters of families, couples, and groups of friends. The beach was a kaleidoscope of colours, with bright beach towels spread

KEIRAI crouched down in front of the toilet, my body racked with waves of nausea. The bitter taste of bile rose in my throat, threatening to overwhelm me. It was a wrenching, uncomfortable sensation as if my stomach was attempting to expel all the food I had ingested this weak.As if the day couldn't get any worse.At that moment, I heard the bathroom door clock open, and I looked up, eyes dimmed to half mass, and I saw Clint, concern etched across his face. He crouched down beside me, placing a gentle hand on my back. "Keira, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my body trembling. I shook my head slightly, unable to form words just yet. The queasiness persisted, rendering me temporarily speechless.Guilt also wormed into my heart that I threw up everything that Clint had spent so much time trying to prepare. Even if his cooking wasn't the best I had eaten, it was not that terrible, and I worried that this would make

CLINTThe moment the words slipped out of my mouth, a wave of regret crashed over me. My eyes remained fixed on Keira's face, and I watched as she froze up, her face twisting into a mixture of hurt, pain and everything in between."Fuck," I cursed as I ran my hands through my hair.Keira scoffed as her eyes trailed to the floor. I swallowed, my hands reaching out to grab her arm, attempting to pull her to my side. Keira recoiled instantly, taking a step back as her eyes shot me daggers.Yet, beneath the glare, I could see the hurt and pain in her eyes. Hurt and pain that I had caused. Fuck. "Keira, please, I didn't mean that...""It’s none of my business, is it, Clint?"Keira took a few more steps back, her eyes meeting mine for a brief second before she stormed out of the room. Running both hands through my messy hair, I sank into the bed. Frustration courses through my whole being like a shockwave.I had fucked up, real bad.°°°°°°°°°°°I woke with a start, my hand instinctively r