Emeka had closed the door on me three days ago, and every minute felt like a penalty. Oyinye observed how I went about the home like a shadow and how silent I was. I knew I wasn't playing tricks on her, yet I still grinned when she was around. She had always had more insight than her age permitted. One morning, as she saw me hardly touch my tea, she whispered, "Are you okay, Mummy?" I forced a smile as I nodded. "Baby, I'm just exhausted." I wasn't simply exhausted, though. I was shattered. Because I had something lovely for the first time in a long time, and I ruined it. And that afternoon, I got a text—from Chike—as if the universe intended to make matters worse. We must speak. Please. I choose to disregard it. However, another one entered shortly after. You were set up by

