Aisha (III)

Chapter Three

After the funeral, I returned home, but my heart remained heavy with grief. It felt like a part of me had died with Aisha. I tried to throw myself into work, but I found myself making mistakes and struggling to focus.

One night, I received a call from an unknown number. I hesitated to answer, but something compelled me to pick up.

“Hello?” I said.

“John, it’s me,” a familiar voice said. It was Aisha’s brother.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice filled with anger a...