From the clothes in the suitcase, she could tell that the owner of the suitcase was a man.
Aida rummaged through the suitcase, in search of an I.D card or something that could help her locate the owner but there was nothing inside.
"Maybe you picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport." Said, Melissa.
"I had the right suitcase when I left the airport." Aida retorted. "My clothes, books, everything I'll need is in there." Aida wiped off the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"Calm down. Think carefully, was there a time you feel or a place you think the bag could have been exchanged?"
Aida sat down on the bed. She placed her right palm on her forehead to subdue the instant headache she had gotten the moment she couldn't find her suitcase.
The suitcase had been with her after she got off the marco-polo because she had taken out a hoodie from it to put on. After all, it was very cold in this part of Minna.
