The sound echoed loudly through the compound, signaling his unexpected return far earlier than planned.
Musa stepped aside from the gate, standing rigidly as if awaiting further instruction.
I realized in that moment that whatever existed beneath our bed was not a secret I was meant to survive discovering.
The house behind me felt like a sealed trap, and the gate before me had become a wall.
Obinna honked again, longer this time, as if impatient with the delay at the entrance.
I stood frozen between the house and the gate, unable to decide which direction promised less danger.
My phone vibrated inside my bag suddenly, making me flinch violently.
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.
