Cold one 2
There was a rustle inside. The water had stopped. She opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out. “What do you mean?” I looked her in the eyes, and this time, my expression was different. The shadows under the bulb gave my face a subtle weight, like the memory I was about to share had never quite let me go. “The last time kuwa na water heater, design ilinilima ka ghasia venye nilienda kuzima maji after nimemaliza ku shower nilijipanguza maji nikalala the whole day ju ya kuboeka.” Her hand gripped the doorframe tighter. I chuckled, but it was dry, not amused — grateful. The bathroom door opened fully now. She stood wrapped in a towel, her expression unreadable but softened. “Souley,” she said, voice quieter now, “why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” I smiled faintly, stepping to her. “Some scars don’t talk, unless, someone listens long enough.” She leaned against the doorframe, th...
