"You don’t get it, Lola," Yemi speaks in a low, piercing voice, and her words are like daggers pointed directly at my chest. "I can't let you go. Not to anyone, not to him. As like the tension in the room wasn't already high enough, his hands are white on the back of the chair.
The lump in my throat is there and won't go away even when I try to swallow it. "Yemi, I'm not a possession. You cannot simply manipulate me." Despite my best efforts to remain composed and prevent the wrath from leaking in, my voice falters. I can't help it, though. Not when he's behaving this way, treating me more like a part of himself than the individual I am.
"You think I want to control you?" Anger flashes in his eyes. "I'm helping us out here. For you. For our future.
For a split second, I want to trust hi
