Inaya’s POV After months I came face to face with Beckham, he stood at the entrance of the door, his eyes locked in mine. He looked unkept and rough. He wasn’t shaved, his eyes were red as if he had been crying non-stop for days, and even at this moment, he looked like he wanted to cry. “Is your phone on silent or DND!!” Beckham’s voice cracked as he yelled at Nelson, “I have been trying to get hold of you since I got to the airport yesterday morning.” “Man, what’s wrong?” Concern written on Nelson’s face as he walked closer to Beckham, “You are back early, is something wrong?” “Good morning sir,” I greeted when he didn’t say anything to me. “Why are you here?” Beckham’s voice was barely audible, “If you are done with what you came for, please can you leave?” “I…. I…” I wanted to say something, but for some reason my lips didn’t move, “Beckham, are you okay?” Beckham’s lip quivered, he raised his head and rolled his eyes as if trying to hold back his tears, “Inaya, pleas
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