Chapter 46

Andre s pov

I feel off.

The sky seems to rip and time seems to cleave into before and after. I can say from experience, nothing good comes from it.

The day my precious grandmother died I dreamt that I was walking with her on a very vast and dry land, more like a dessert but not a dessert because in place of sand it was a hard ground like poorly done floor where the cement wasn t watered and left to dry. If was full of cracks. She held my hand and she would occasionally look down at me with a smile. Never have I ever felt safe, that moment was the peak, all over sudden, python emerged from an anthill at a distance coiling itself on her fragile small body, suffocating and crashing her to her death. I had never been more relieved to be awake when I jumped up from my sleep only for the next day to receive the sad news. I had lost my anchor, Cara stayed with me, she held my hand throughout my mourning and I knew I had found another anchor.