CYRUS
I swiped, answering the call.
“Marcus? I was just thinking about calling you.”
“Sick timing.” He said and I detected the urgency in his voice. I instantly stood at alert.
“I can tell that something isn’t right from your voice. Whats wrong?”
He exhaled audibly. “Its Mariam.”
Mariam was one of the women of my clan. A distant relative of my father, she was a mother of two boys, one only two years older than the other. The elder one was no more than seven years of age. She was quite close to Marcus and I and we supported her in any way that we could. We sometimes took the older boy with us when we went hunting. It was how the children learned.
“Did something happen to her?” I asked with my heart in my throat.
Please let it not be what I was thinking. If it was,
