Zion had approached me where I was seated in my favourite spot, under the tree and asked to talk in his office once again. We’ve been going to that place often, and I haven’t had good memories of that place since we always had an argument when we were there.

I haven’t forgiven him or forgotten about our argument three days back, but he wasn’t going to tell me anything, and it’ll be foolish of me to keep demanding he tell me what I wanted to know when it was obvious he wouldn’t. I have made a resolve to find out for myself, no matter what.

I trailed slowly behind...