Chapter 3 - The Photo on the PhoneStanding on the screen, holding a glass of champagne beside a gorgeous woman in a silk dress, was Tobenna.
He was older, fuller in the face, dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, smiling with the unbothered confidence of a man who had never known a day of grief.
My hands went numb. The room seemed to tilt on its axis.
âWho... who is that man?â I whispered, my voice trembling so violently Amara looked at me in shock.
âThatâs Chidi,â Amara replied, smiling warmly. âChidi Nwafor. Heâs my cousinâs husband. Theyâve been married for six years. They own a chain of boutique stores in Enugu now.â
âChidi Nwafor...â I repeated, the fake name tasting like ash in my mouth.
I knew that face better than my own reflection. I knew the tiny crescent scar above his left eyebrow from a childhood fall. I knew the exact way he held his left hand when he was nervous. I knew the smile he used when he wanted people to trust him.
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He hadn't drowned. He hadn't been swept away by the river.
He had walked away from his twenty-four-year-old wife and his eight-month-old baby, leaving us to starve in poverty while he built a new, luxurious life forty miles away under a stolen name.
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