Anxiety

Zachary let out a breath of relief as he embraced the sense of tranquility that washed over him when he settled in the back seat of the bus. He immediately fished out his phone from one of his trouser pockets and dialed Coach Damata's number.

However, even after trying time and time again, the call could not go through. The coach was probably in a place with poor network coverage, or he'd simply switched off his phone.

"Damn!"

Not knowing his grandma's condition was the most agonizing torment for him. His stress levels were through the roof as he couldn't stomach the fact that he was all the way in Europe, living comfortably like a monarch, while his only guardian was lying on a hospital bed somewhere in DR Congo, fighting for her life.