Chapter 89

• “I can’t believe we’re still doing this,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. The weight of the situation was still sitting heavily on my chest, even though we’d made it this far.
• Funmi, ever the calm in my storm, smiled softly and squeezed my hand. “You always think the worst, don’t you?”
• “I’m a realist,” I said, a hint of defensiveness in my voice. But I wasn’t sure anymore if it was just about the situation at hand. It felt like every time I started to believe we were past the chaos, something else happened, something else threatened to pull us apart.