His name appeared on the screen.
I did not answer.
The horn stopped abruptly, and silence filled the compound in a way that felt deliberate.
I heard the car engine switch off outside the gate.
Footsteps approached slowly from the other side of the metal barrier.
Musa’s smile remained fixed as he turned his head toward the sound.
I realized I was trapped inside a marriage I never truly understood.
And beneath our bed, someone who looked exactly like me was still breathing.
He did not knock.
I heard the metallic scrape of the gate as someone from outside unlocked the smaller pedestrian entrance with a spare key.
Musa stepped back respectfully, lowering his head as Obinna walked in slowly, adjusting his wristwatch like nothing was wrong.
He looked at me standing in the middle of the compound with a travel bag hanging from my trembling hand.
His face showed no anger.
Only disappointment.
