Lance

Iyesha Franco

Iyesha froze, staring at her phone. One year. She disappeared for one year. But it feels like twenty years. Did her mother ever miss her? She never bothered to look for Iyesha. Not a single text nor call coming from her mother's end.

Does she know I'm still alive? Will she be happy for me? Series of questions keep popping in her mind. Racing like bullets, they held her fingers captive.

How will she face the woman, who bends her to meet high standards of an ideal 'woman', only to be sold to a violent man with a twisted personality?

In the end, she can't answer the call. She's too scared to talk to her. Alice is eyeing her cautiously. She turned off her phone and dropped it on the table.

"I'm sorry." She said to no one. But Alice still caught on her words.

"What's that apology for? For hiding? For not coming out to face him? Or for running away from everything?" Iyesha quailed.