Ibha crossed Mrs. Walker's path as she headed towards her room. "Ibha, you returned! I hope everything is well back home," her frail voice startled Ibha.
"I assumed you wouldn't come today, but it looks like things are sorted now," Mrs. Walker pushed her wheelchair towards Ibha and smiled in relief.
"Uhm...Yes, it's all sorted...now," Ibha batted her lashes and avoided the old lady's questioning gaze.
"So what exactly happened? Was it your father again or was it one of your siblings? I hope neither of them caught a cold, the weather is changing. It drizzled an hour ago, you know," Mrs. Walker made a grave face and looked at the balcony.
Just then they were interrupted by voices of men in the front yard. Ibha stepped out and froze seeing 2 cops talking to Mr. Walker. One of them saw Ibh
