Chapter 60 - Chapter 59

# Chapter 59

AYANDA

Why the hell am I here, waving a red flag to a bull I haven't seen a glimpse of in so long? And why do I put myself through this?

I don't care for small talk. I don't even care for men unless, of course, they're psychopathic serial killers waiting for the gallows, or so it would seem.

I refuse to even think about how many months have passed since I moved halfway across the country to this small dorp, Grasvlei, away from the noise and the pressure of trying to be someone.

It's been so long since I last spoke to Mr. Ndima.

I just want to move on.

But there's one man I can never forget. One man who demands my attention even now. The mystery of his whereabouts is the reason I'm scrolling through today's news articles on my phone in search of any hints, no matter how small, of where he could be hiding. Every article about a murder is scrutinised and read twice over, but I've not come across a single article to make me think, "Ah, that's Vusi."

Nothing.

"Not quite." My own fake smile is one I've perfected. "They fall in love. He disappears, and she is left behind to search for him."

"And does she find him?"

Pulling my lip under my teeth, I mull over his question. A few months back, I hired a private investigator, hoping and wishing he would find some answers, anything to give me closure but, of course, he found nothing.

Vusi doesn't want to be found, as elusive as the treasure at the rainbow's end.