~Joanna
After an hour of furious cleaning, I finally had the guest room in some semblance of order. The bed was made, the floors were swept, and the cobwebs were gone.
I slumped down onto the bed, exhausted but relieved. "At least I have a clean place to sleep," I thought to myself, my eyes drooping with fatigue.
As I was about to drift off to sleep, my phone started to ring. It was my friend Pamela.
"Hey, Joanna," she said, her voice warm and concerned. "How are you doing?
"We noticed Lanre's reaction at Grandpa Benedict's house this morning. Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
I sighed, my exhaustion evident in my voice. "Everything is fine, Pamela," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "There's no need to worry about me. Lanre and I are going to work some things out."
"Are you s
