IT was mid-morning when Basha parked the old truck in front of the Vasquez’ hut.
She stared at the cabin with a smile on her face.
It has been two weeks since she was here. It was a very eventful couple of weeks.
It was not her intention not to come back in those days. She got caught up with pack issues on the first week while the succeeding week was a good awakening for her that she spent a good three days of her adventurous life inside the confinement of her bedroom in her father’s house.
She missed coming here. She wanted to call but she has no means to contact the Vasquez. One of the grave mistakes, she realized.
Basha stepped out of the car. She entered the vicinity of the property. Her pace was slow since she has not recovered her full strength just yet.
“Did you pack the
