After a few days of adjusting to having Onnie and Joshua around, Rebecca started seeing deeper into the situation — the gaps, the silence, the missing pieces.
One evening, while she was folding baby clothes on the bed, she looked up at me and asked:
“Tebelo… what about Edward?”
The question hit me like a cold breeze.
Not because I hadn’t thought of him — I had — but because thinking about him always came with complications.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
“Edward…” I muttered.
“He’s… he’s always on my mother’s side. You know him. Loyal to her no matter what. If she said leave here, he would leave. If she said stay far… he’d stay far.”
Rebecca nodded slowly, understanding without judging.
She knew family politics had never been simple for me.
“So he won’t come here?” she asked gent
