When Trust Dies
Three nights later, it happened. The sleeping dog rose. The children were asleep. The house was quiet. Prisca was folding laundry when Gabriel walked in. He didn’t shout. He didn’t argue. He simply placed a small envelope on the table. “What is this?” she asked. “Timeline.” Her breath caught. “I calculated the months,” he said calmly. “Daniel was conceived during the two weeks I was away.” She said nothing. He stepped closer. “I was in Abuja.” Silence. “Which means,” he continued slowly, “whoever Daniel’s father is… he was here.” Prisca’s hands began to shake. “You’re overthinking this.” “Am I?” “Yes!” He slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed. “For once in your life, stop lying!” His voice was no longer calm. It wasn’t loud rage. It was controlled fury.
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