Chapter 83

• "You really thought you could just walk away, didn’t you?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. I froze, my blood running cold.
• Funmi’s hand tightened around mine. I could feel her trembling beside me, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she stood her ground, her presence like a shield between me and the ghosts of my past.
• I couldn’t believe it—there, in the doorway of my childhood home, stood my father. The man I had spent years trying to forget. The man who had taught me that betrayal was a lesson you learned the hard way. The man whose actions had shattered my family and, in turn, my own life.