A week later, Melina arrived home with Thomas, Joice's uncle. Having finished her consultancy work for the week, she had helped with everything. Thomas didn't leave her side for a second.
Only she could take care of every little thing. Nothing went wrong and everything was in place. She couldn't wait to take a shower and burn off her energy. She was dying to see Joice. It seemed that this moment was her greatest balm.
There was still the shadow of mourning. There was still pain. But there was a layer of overcoming and satisfaction with herself for not having hidden under the bed or asked for a lap in the midst of that tragedy.
No.
Melina was resilient, even though she was tired and expecting a baby.
Her body wasn't asking for anything. She was trying not to collapse and say she co
