“ Noah, what's up with the bags?" Soraya asked entering the house. It had been three days he last saw or heard from him and she was declining her calls as well.

“ I'm leaving, I feel I'm not needed here anymore. I can't keep living in a home that's not mine and feeling like I am living off of you, so I decided to go to my apartment," he told.

“ And you didn't think to inform me beforehand?" she rudely asked.

“ With all due respect, Soraya I have been trying to reach you. It's been three good days and you've refused to take my calls. I know...