"No, no, no—it wasn't a gunshot, it was Sahra!"
I couldn't move, frozen in shock. The phone slipped from my hand as I began pounding on the door with both fists.
"Mother Oya, open the door!"
Just as I was wondering if there might be a key, the door flew open, and I found myself face-to-face with Oylum. She was clutching her stomach and suddenly pushed past me.
"Get out of my way. This is all your fault!" she spat, rushing down the stairs. I immediately darted inside to find Mother Oya. She sat on the couch, a gun in her hand—or rather, she had collapsed there.
"Mother Oya! Are you alright? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I moved toward her, but when she held up her hand to stop me, I froze in place.
"I'm fine, dear. She couldn't harm me physically, but... just look at what she's beco
