20

It was an evening void of rest because it was laced with anxiety for Boma. She stayed in the hostel, on her bed, worried.

Ever since she was forced to part from Fidelis she was yet to hear from him.

Several times, she had tried calling him on his phone but he neither took her calls nor returned them. The messages she left on his phone brought no response.

All efforts to contact him were driven by her concern for his safety. She was dying to know if he was alright. She had to know because of the kind of dangerous person Donovan was.

With regretful feelings of not knowing her friend enough to know where he stayed, she had gone to the library to check. She didn't find him.

She had been hoping to find him during their evening class but she didn't see him there either

Anger entered her as she imagined Donovan doing something bad to him. She hoped it was not the case. He couldn't hurt his cousin.

The possibility of him not caring about hurting his brother infuriated her as she put a call ac