Chapter 22

• “Funmi, we need to talk.” My father’s voice is heavy, the way it always is when he’s about to drop something that I can’t escape. He’s standing in the doorway of my room, his posture rigid. I’m half-lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to escape the mental maze I’ve been trapped in. But I can’t. Not now. Not when everything is crumbling.
• “I don’t want to talk right now, Dad,” I mutter, my fingers tracing the edges of my pillow. My heart is still racing from the conversation with Cole earlier, his words echoing in my head. It’s hard to focus when my mind feels like it’s being torn in every direction.
• He doesn’t budge, though. I feel the weight of his presence in the room, his authority suffocating me. “You don’t have a choice in the matter. We need to discuss what’s going on with the company—and with you.”