Chapter Forty Four

Mark was in the sitting room with his legs on a stool and shaking impatiently. He was unsettled not just because of the spoiled tomato sauce he ate in the morning or because Kamsi did not return the previous night but he was unsettled because of a certain realisation which he always tried to stand on by trying to be in charge as always.

He had gone to the gate last night and stood outside waiting for any approaching car. So many cars passed by but none was his red Camry which she now used. He returned inside. Timothy was sitting with his wife on a bench...