She forgot to be conscious.She even forgot to think. In that moment, there was him. And there was her. And there was lots of laughter and lots of happiness.
The next morning Mophee went off the house without telling anyone, where he went or gone to; that day he never returned home – he went missing for two whole weeks.
Young Cyrine walks along the corridor of her new house at night, amid the long shadows cast by the wall, trying her best not to be frightened of the silence