Chapter 114 Tomorrow's Ghosts

• I follow closely behind as he guides me through the corridors of the Diallo mansion. Each step feels heavy, my body moving on autopilot while my mind races with possibilities of what tomorrow might bring.
• The parlor door stands open when we arrive, warm light spilling through the entryway. Amara sits perched on one of the elegant sofas, her face softening with something like sympathy when she sees me. She rises gracefully, one hand resting briefly on her growing belly.
• “Alaki, I’m so glad you could join me,” she greets warmly, gesturing for me to join her. “Please, sit.”