Diora
“You are starting to think I am overreacting, aren't you?” I queried Christine, my lips pursed in a frown as I tugged at the hem of my thin-strapped PJ'S.
The brunette sighed on the other end of the phone and I heard her drop to the bed with a loud thud. A huge part of me felt so guilty for calling this late but the tiny voice niggling at the back of my mind like a velum overpowered any ounce of rationality I had left.
“D, I am not saying you are. Stop putting words in my mouth.” She chided me.
“But you are not exactly saying anything!” I cried.
“That's because I don't know what to say. You have said it countless times that he is associated with an air of mystery. So, maybe he probably got caught up in one of his mysterious adventures. I am sure he has a reason for going AWOL o
