I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But to my surprise, Anoa didn’t say anything to me. She was just staring at me as if I had said something in a foreign language that she hadn’t understood. It was becoming incredibly difficult for me to remain silent and to continue standing here in front of her like there was nothing going on.
Perhaps I had been wrong to think that Anoa would understand why it was important for her to go back with her father, but at least now I could find peace in the fact that I had actually made an effort and tried to make sure that the two of us were on the same page.
I started to turn around, accepting the fact that nothing was going to come of this, but I had been wrong to do so. I realised that when Anoa’s hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me back. She
