Kendrick’s Pov The door burst open under the force of my hand, slamming hard against the wall as I stumbled into the house, the scent of alcohol clinging heavily to me. My steps were uneven, my balance unreliable, but I pushed forward anyway, dragging myself deeper inside as irritation simmered beneath the haze in my mind.“Nilah,” I called out, my voice thick and slurred, yet loud enough to echo through the hall. “Nilah, where are you?”There was no answer. I frowned, blinking slowly as if that alone would clear my vision and make her appear. She always answered. No matter what she was doing, she always came when I called, with a smile and some rings of laughter all around the house. She never took so much time to answer me, even if she was working. “Nilah,” I called again, louder this time, impatience seeping into my tone. “I had a lot to drink so bring me honey water. You know I hate waking up with a headache after drinking.”Silence greeted me again, stretching uncomfortably in
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