THE TEARS SHEETED DOWN Farida’s face, wetting her already soaked nightgown. She hadn’t been able to stop crying from the moment she left his office in Fever Pitch till now. Through the torrent of tears, her eyes latched first onto Alera’s fear-marked face on her left and then skated to Sobechi on her right.
Alera pressed Farida’s left hand, her own eyes red and tear-stained. “You have to stop crying, Farida.”
“I can’t... I can’t...” the tears buffeted Farida’s cheeks.
“You have to stop crying and you have to eat something.” Sobechi stopped and added, “And take a bath. It’s been three days, Farida. Haba, you’re stronger than this.”
“I’m not... I miss him so much...” How could she live again? Gosh, if she could only go back in time. She would have driven straight home from Emeka Mba’s of
