The engine of the GLE purred below me, a smooth, persistent beat that was a stark contrast to the tempest in my head. The Abuja sun shone through the tinted glass, sending momentary shadows dancing across the dashboard. The leather steering wheel was cool beneath my palms, but my hands were sweaty, revealing the commotion inside.
Lee's words echoed,
"Mommy gives me double love."
She sure gave her all the love she had. Everything was deep and uncomplicated. Maya had come into our lives quietly, but her reality was impossible to ignore. She navigated the silence of my son, Sami, gently, never intruding, yet always present.
Her presence lit the chill atmosphere in the corners of our house, refusing to let me wallow in the loss I'd so meticulously constructed.
I remembered the early day
