Chương 291: The White Casket

Zyair didn't sleep a wink that night. He dejectedly sat on the patio swing slowly rocking it backwards and forwards. Bitu was perched in his lap, sleeping peacefully. 

He had personally visited and spoken to everyone related to Doran, especially Amsilia and Caleb; Doran's former best friend. 

But they hadn't seen him in a long time and had no clue about his whereabouts. Though they promised to keep an eye out and inform the police and him, if they encountered Doran or learnt anything related to him. 

Boisterous summer winds were disrupting the peaceful night and mirrored the situation in Zyair's mind and heart. Every second was painful to draw breath as if his lungs had been punctured from several places. 

"Sky! Hang in there, I am trying," he painfully whispered to the wind as if hoping that somehow it would carry his words to his wife.