EPISODE 23:PICKING UP THE PIECES
The morning light in Emeka’s apartment was soft, golden, and warm. But despite the peace in the room, I was anything but calm. I lay beside him, eyes wide open, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm rested over my waist as though nothing had changed, but deep down, we both knew everything had. I had gotten him back. But we were different now. He stirred slowly, and when his eyes met mine, they held a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. “You’ve been awake long?” “Long enough,” I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just thinking.” “About?” “Everything,” I whispered. “About Oyinye. Us. What we’ve come through. And what we still need to face.” He sat up, propped a pillow behind his back, and looked at me carefully. “I’ve never loved anyone the w
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