Episode 20: Bloom Again
The morning light broke gently over the Lagos skyline, gold streaks spilling through Ada’s window and brushing her face like the touch of a promise. The world felt still, soft — as if it too had exhaled after holding its breath for too long. Ada sat on the edge of her bed, a mug of tea cooling in her hands. The steam curled up and faded, and she watched it vanish, thinking of how much she had changed since that night Daniel left. The ache had been sharp then — jagged and endless — but now, it was more like a whisper. Something she could live with. Something that no longer defined her. There was peace in that. Her phone buzzed beside her. It was a message from Tunde: > “The exhibition opens today. I saved you a seat.” Her lips curved into a small, almost hesitant smile. For weeks, T
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