This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.
Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the kitanda was empty. She put on her dressing kanzu, gown and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the meza, jedwali and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to wewe tonight. upendo you.
She smiled then went into the jikoni to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....
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