One evening, standing outside the house they had built together—not a mansion, but a home filled with peace—Okafor looked at Ada and said, “We made it.”
Ada smiled and shook her head.
“No,” she said. “We built it.”
And she was right.
They had not been rescued by wealth.
They had not been saved by status.
They had built something stronger than both.
A love that was tested, broken, chosen again, and finally allowed to stay.
In the end, Okafor did not lose everything.
He lost the life chosen for him.
And found the one he was meant to live.
