All Chapters of A Love Worth Healing : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ENDGAME It wasn’t silence that made the house feel empty. It was the echo, the kind that came from a lack of witnesses. No one to laugh at the wrong time. No one to argue about which way the knives should face in the drawer. Every light turned on felt like a lie, like he was trying to convince the walls he wasn’t alone. The floors gleamed like no one had ever lived there. All that lingered were the memories, too stubborn to leave. He could summon the world with a phone call, maybe buy a city with a signature. But the one thing he couldn’t summon was warmth. Javyn sat cross-legged on the floor of his dimly lit room. He had pulled out the dusty old chessboard. Just the sight of it alone reminded him of her. The first girl he ever loved. She mysteriously appeared in her life, only to vanish. Her reappearance years later had been a nightmare. It had remained there since Deysha left. He stared at it, unmoving. His phone buzzed once, lighting up his cheeks, but he didn’t check i

VISITORSavannah stepped into her room first, Zayn a heavy shadow behind her. The air felt wrong, colder, like someone had left the window open.Her eyes swept the space. At first glance, everything was in place: bed neatly made, curtains drawn, her few possessions stacked in quiet order.But then she saw it, the curtain rod tilted just slightly, a thin ribbon of damp air curling in from the cracked frame. She crossed the room, fingertips grazing the sill. The latch was undone.“Did you leave this open?” Zayn asked.She didn’t answer, too busy noticing the faint smudge of mud on the wooden floor below the window, the kind no one in the house would’ve left.Her gaze darted to the dresser. The top drawer gaped open just an inch, enough for her to see that the folded scarf inside had been pushed aside. She yanked it open.“Savannah…” Zayn’s voice dropped low.The scarf was gone from its original shape, and beneath it, the letters had been shifted. Whoever had been searching there had been

THEIR LIPS’ LONGINGThe drive felt endless, each turn of the wheel pulling Javyn deeper into the quiet storm building inside him. By the time he reached the address, the world outside seemed muffled, like everything had been holding its breath just for this moment.He stepped out, heart hammering, palms slick despite the cool night air. This was it, he let out a deep breath.Savannah thought she’d been careful. Everything was becoming so predictable; the old couple who sheltered her retired early, their evenings spent by the crackling radio or in hushed prayers.That’s why the sudden message, slipped under her door in the late afternoon, had rattled her.The fields. Midnight. Come alone.The handwriting was shaky, disguised, but something about it felt urgent, almost desperate.Against her better judgment, she slipped on her coat and went. The moon hung low, silvering the wide stretch of farmland. Crickets hummed in the tall grass, masking her footsteps.She reached the clearing first,

WHAT A FATHER!{NAIROBI, KENYA}Tyson’s office was cloaked in half-light, curtains drawn against the morning sun. He sat behind his desk, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily in the air. He hadn’t slept; obsession had its own clock, and his ticked only for Savannah.The phone on his desk buzzed once. He picked it up before the second ring.“Talk.”On the other end, his man’s voice came hushed, urgent. “Boss, we saw her last night. Out in the fields. She wasn’t alone.”Tyson sat up straighter, cigarette burning down to ash. “Not alone?” His tone was deceptively calm.“No, sir. A man. Tall, lean. They were… close. Very close.”For a heartbeat, the silence stretched, heavy and dangerous. Then Tyson’s hand slammed down on the desk, rattling the glass ashtray. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding against the fury bubbling up.“Who?” he hissed.The man hesitated. “We couldn’t get close enough. But they kissed, Boss. He held her like…like she was his.”Tyson’s bre

YOU’RE NOT ALONESavannah sat on the edge of her bed, the phone heavy in her hand. The house was quiet, too quiet, save for the creaks of old wood settling in the night. She scrolled through the bare contacts Zayn had loaded in, hesitating at each name. No Javyn. No one she trusted.But there was one number she knew by heart. One she hadn’t dialed in a while.Chiri.Her thumb hovered, her breath uneven, then she pressed call. The ring felt endless until finally …“Savannah?” The voice on the other end was frantic, hushed, as if spoken from the corner of a dark room.Savannah’s throat tightened. “Chiri… It’s me. I…”But Chiri cut her off. “Don’t talk too loud. Don’t—just listen. I can’t believe you’re calling me now of all nights.” Her words shook with adrenaline, ragged breaths between them.Savannah frowned, her pulse quickening. “What happened? Are you okay?”“I just…” A pause, muffled movement, the sound of a door clicking shut on Chiri’s side. Then her voice, trembling: “I wa