Ibha looked out the window and stared at the rain. She’d finished serving lunch, cleaned the house and done the laundry. The Walkers had no clue where she had been to earlier that day, they assumed both had gone their separate ways and hence didn’t bother asking where Armande was. It was nearly evening by then and Armande hadn’t returned as yet. At first, Ibha was happy and satisfied that she had dumped him in the middle of nowhere, but as the minutes passed and the sun sank behind the mountains, she began getting worried.
“Why is he taking so long?” she murmured and felt restless seeing the empty driveway. It was still raining, the woods that were silent were now nosier than a swarm of bees with the constant peter patter of raindrops.
When night fell, Ibha was relieved to see Armande wa
