“It’s almost six! Where is she?” Anna glanced at her watch. Sipping water, she was nervously staring at the cafe’s door.
A woman, probably in her early thirties, entered the cafe. She was holding a laptop bag and a purse in one hand and a manuscript in another. Her eyes were hungrily scanning the place for something.
“Kelly?” Anna called out, scrutinizing the lady’s expressions.
The woman turned to Anna. Taking a good look at Anna, she reverted her gaze to find an empty seat.
“She isn’t Kelly. What are you doing, stupid!” Anna mentally slapped herself. With another glance at her watch, her mind went back to Ava’s room.
After searching the room for good fifteen minutes, Anna dropped herself on Ava’s bed. She had successfully messed up Ava’s room, which her mother has kept all tidied up since her departure. Failing to find any hint to tell why Ava took her own life was no surprise to her.
“I know she loved her life. Then, what happened?” Anna contemplated.