Chapter 98

• “Do you think it’s possible to truly forget the past?” Funmi’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as her fingers traced the rim of her coffee mug.
• I looked up from the contracts spread across the kitchen table, startled by her question. She rarely spoke with such vulnerability, and it caught me off guard. Her gaze was fixed on the steaming liquid, but I could tell her mind was far away.
• “Forget?” I repeated, leaning back in my chair to study her. “No. But maybe… learn to live with it. Use it.”