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He rested his head against the window, watching the passing trees as the train neared its destination. Eight years. Eight long years and he still remembered the face – the face of a boy who would never forgive him. The face of a boy he wasn’t sure was even alive anymore. Handling child abuse cases wasn’t really Victor’s call. It was just his cover. But that case, that infuriating case, was so… He couldn’t let it go. His unsolved mystery: The case of Giovanni Green. *** It was late at night. He lay awake, blankly staring at the ceiling as he assessed the situation. Why did Cherry avoid him?  James crinkled his nose, furrowing his brows. She never avoided people. Not him. Tim sat up on his bed, yawning and stretching lazily as he shot a glance at the digital alarm clock sitting on his bedside table. He had been preoccupied with his book for at least an hour. He rubbed his eyes, turning to James, “Don’t you think it’s time to call it a night?” James turned his head towards him, “Perh...

    By Ana A. In a world full of over 8 billion people, I am alone. In a country with a population of over 500 000, I am alone. On these islands, for hundreds of years, I have been alone. It is neither wonderful nor terrible. It just feels… lonely. I rested my head against the trunk of the coconut palm, watching the sun disappear behind the horizon line, as dusk fell upon us once more. I drew a long, heavy breath. Villingili was as peaceful as it seemed, especially at night, but on this particular evening, I felt the need for some noise. I heaved myself back onto my feet and stretched out lazily. “I should go to Malé,” I muttered to myself as I walked down the empty, dim-lit street. “I wonder how many people are going to take the ferry mirey* .” I approached the ferry terminal, finding approximately 30 people waiting at the seating area and 5 more lining up to buy tickets at the counter. I gave them a sideways glance. The number of people would have been a problem if I h...