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On my wedding night I hid under the bed to prank my husband, but the person who walked in was…

CHAPTER 9 — THE FINAL SHADOW

Years later, a call came from a hospital.

“Mrs. Kayode… Zola Ramos is asking for you.”

Abeni arrived to find Zola frail, gray, fading.

Cancer.
Terminal.

Zola whispered:

“I wanted… to thank you. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“For what?”

“For showing me what a real woman is.”

Abeni sat quietly.

Zola handed her a letter.

“For you. When I’m gone.”

Abeni remained until Omari arrived.
Then she slipped out, leaving mother and son alone.

Zola died a week later.

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