KIARA’S POV

It had been ten days since I met Kevin near the lake. The tiny hope in my heart that he would come back and at least give me a chance to explain myself was getting bleaker and bleaker.

In retrospect, maybe I should have followed him home; maybe I should have insisted that he listened to my part of the story. Weren’t we supposed to fight harder for what we wanted in life?

“Nivaan! NIvaan!” I called out as I walked out of my tent. He came running moments later. Worry was evident on his face.

He cupped my face and asked, “How are you feeling?”

A bitter...