“What is she?” I asked. “Who is she?”
He studied my face carefully, almost clinically, like a doctor examining a patient.
“You were not supposed to find out before the ninth month,” he said.
The words made no sense at first.
“Ninth month of what?” I demanded.
“Of your marriage,” he replied.
My stomach tightened painfully.
He gestured toward the house.
“Come inside before the neighbors start noticing you standing like this.”
I looked toward the high walls surrounding the compound.
They suddenly felt taller than before.
“I am not going anywhere with you,” I said, though my voice lacked strength.
Obinna’s jaw tightened.
“You think you are the first?” he asked quietly.
My heart skipped.
“The first what?”
“The first to panic.”
The silence that followed felt endless.
I shook my head slowly.
“You mean… there were others?”
He did not answer directly.
Instead, he stepped closer until I could smell his cologne mixed with something metallic underneath.
