The Visit
The day arrived quietly — no fireworks, no booming announcement. Just a soft sunrise over Lagos, a buzz of city energy, and Danika’s hands trembling as she rearranged her room for the fifth time. Mike was coming. In a matter of hours, he would walk through her door, and all the love they had built across miles, missed calls, and unsent texts would finally have a body again. A heartbeat. A presence. Danika stood before her mirror. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous. They had talked every day for weeks. They had cried, confessed, even laughed through moments of doubt. But seeing him again felt... different. It wasn’t just about the butterflies. It was about the weight of all they’d endured. At Jibowu terminal, Mike stepped off the bus with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a
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