The room reeked of tears, sadness, anger, feeling of betrayal and a thirst for vengeance.
Keith was on the sofa, eyes shut, mind lost in thoughts with his hands on his head.
Melissa was on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceilings. The event of what had happened hours ago replayed over and over again in her head. She would never throw the blame on Aida because she had fell for his charm too.
Vin'nyla and Aida were seated next to each other on the rug at the foot of the bed, knees drawn up to their chest, their arms wrapped around their legs and her head buried in between.
Where had it all gone wrong?
The one question that lingered in everyone's mind. Since when did making a friend or being friendly become a sin?
