“And you too, Mr. Okoro.”
When he kissed her, it was gentle, careful, and full of all the words he had never known how to say.
Grandma Josephine clapped loudly.
“Good!” she shouted. “Now nobody should stress my granddaughter-in-law again.”
Everyone laughed.
Abini rested her forehead against Gideon’s, one hand on her belly, her heart still scarred but no longer empty.
Her life had not become perfect.
But she was no longer invisible.
She was loved. She was chosen. She was home.
