Days flew by.
By Saturday evening the heat inside the house had become unbearable, the walls holding the warmth like they were afraid to let it go. I stepped outside for some fresh air, dragging my leg slightly as I moved toward the gate.
That’s when I heard whispering.
Two voices.
Low. Urgent.
I froze.
I would recognise that voice anywhere.
It was Onnie.
I shifted closer, my heart pounding louder than the cicadas in the trees, trying to see who he was talking to.
Then I heard the other voice.
And my stomach tightened.
It was her.
The same woman who had once said to me,
“The guy you think stabbed you is not the one you say it is.”
Before I could see them clearly, Joshua called my name from behind.
“Tebelo!”
I turned.
By the time I faced the gate again, Onnie was already wa
