The sun had barely risen over Obeleagu Umana when Sarah stepped out of the small guest room where she and Ella had spent the night.
The air held that early-morning chill that only rural communities truly understood, quiet, heavy, with the distant sound of roosters crowing and the soft murmur of women fetching water from the stream.
She inhaled slowly, steadying her mind. Today, she needed strength. Today, she needed patience.
She wasn’t giving up on the Nnadede family.
The previous day had ended in disappointment, but not defeat. Sarah had faced walls tougher than this; political giants, corporate devils, people who had left her to burn in a warehouse.
One frightened father could not shake her.
She adjusted her jacket and motioned Ella to follow.
When they reached the compound, M
