It’s been thirty minutes since I started searching for the passport and I had no idea what to do again.

Droplets of sweat found its way and trickled down my back. I was sweaty as hell and just using my hands to clean my forehead wasn’t helping.

I sighed audibly as tears coursed through my eyes. There was no way I hadn’t thought of checking. I turned to the wardrobe and searched every jacket that was in sight. My chest heaved with each dress I touched and searched through its pocket.

I checked all the clothes and then grabbed a jean jacket. I checked the pockets and it still wasn’t...