Epilogue
Three Years Later
NIFEMI WENT THROUGH the magazine provided by the plane absentmindedly, already dreading the trip before her. After living in Detroit for about three years already, she had finally given in to her parents’ pleas to return home. She avoided traveling to Nigeria every Christmas, but when her mother started to cry over the phone, she had agreed, reluctantly. She looked at the empty seat beside her and hoped that it would be a quiet person, and hopefully not a child. The last time she took a flight to New York for a business trip, she was stuck with a crying, messy child. Just thinking about it gave her a headache. She had refused to travel first class, even when her father offered. It made her feel spoilt.
A name in the magazine caught her eye, Theodore. She shook
