CHAPTER 57
The safehouse felt like a cage. The kind where every sound gets swallowed, and the silence presses in on your chest so hard you forget to breathe. Outside, Port Harcourt didn’t sleep—it never did—but inside this room, time slowed down until all that was left was the weight of what we had in front of us.
The box sat on the cracked coffee table, stubborn and heavy. Like it was daring us to open it, to peel back the lies and see the truth staring back.
I wanted to run. Wanted to pretend none of this was real. But there was no turning back.
Lana was pacing, hands clenched at her sides, eyes sharp and wild like she was waiting for someone to burst through the door. Chen stood by the window, fingers pressed tight to the glass, watching shadows move down the street.
“I’m opening i
