Douglas Lee (POV)
I wasn’t feeling well at all. I was downcast and looking at the message for the umpteenth time on my phone; I sighed dejectedly.
[Farewell and take care of yourself. I will be back in a month and will bring you some goodies. Don’t climb over my wall, or I will cut your branches off!]
That was the message that Alisha sent earlier that morning. I wanted to go and drop her off, but she told me that her husband would be dropping her off.
Although we had spent the weekend together, the fact that I couldn’t send her off by myself and another man did that just because he was her husband, I felt very sour.
“Dear, what’s going on with you?” suddenly I heard my mother’s voice taking me aback as I wasn’t expecting to see her at home.
I turned around in panic, spotting my mother standing by the door with the traveling bag on the floor.
When did she return? I couldn’t help but wonder.
“Mom! When did you return?” I asked, after calming myself down.