But that was not true. Henry was not the reason I was in this mess, it was because I didn't know a better way to handle things. “Emma, I'm sorry I'm too busy for that right now.” I said. I would have added that we could do that another day but I didn't want to be seen getting ice cream with Emma, not when I was yet to get out of the mess that I was in, already. “Then, I'll go with her.” Emma was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. I scratched my hair and bit my lower lip.“I'm sorry, Ma Emma. Lily can't go get any ice cream now. She'll have to go do her homework.” “But she already said that she did it.” Emma started. She looked at me like she was begging. “She asked me for this so that means she really wants this.”“Could you please stop insisting?” It wasn't right to talk back at Emma rudely since she was helping me. “We can't do that now.” I approached her and held her hands. She was going to protest but didn't. “Ypu didn't say that you were coming so my day was

That was settled. Lily was okay with it so I let it be. “Don't worry, we'll get ice cream one of these days.” “It's fine, I understand that you are busy.” Lily said with a smile. Sometimes, I was so proud of her, she was the kind of girl who would understand you. I just had to make sure she wasn't saying no because of me. She went upstairs to her room saying that she'd like to have some rest before dinner. I smiled. When I was her age, I didn't have time to rest. It was wrong for me to be resting when there was so much house work waiting for me. I loved this life for her. She deserved it and she was such a sweet soul too. Little girls like her deserve the world. I went upstairs with Henry after he had one glass of water. He must have been starving seeing that he drank the whole glass in one gulp. When we got upstairs, let me read the upload

Yemi arrived at seven.I heard the gate bell from upstairs where I was changing my shirt for the third time. I had told myself I was not going to change my shirt. I had said it out loud to myself in the mirror like a man making a serious promise to himself and then I changed it anyway.Twice.I settled on a simple dark shirt. Not too formal. Not too casual. Just a shirt.I heard Lily screaming downstairs the moment the gate opened.I shook my head and went downstairs.Yemi was in the hallway when I got there. She had changed from her work clothes. She was wearing a simple brown dress with a cream coloured cardigan over it and her hair was down the way she wore it at Fenwick Street. She was holding a small paper bag that she had brought with her.Lily was already beside her talking at full speed.Yemi was listening with her full attention and nodding at the right times and asking the right questions. She had this ability to make whoever was talking to her feel like they were the most i

The next morning, I woke up with a little headache. I guess it was going to be a bad day, after all. I got up to go get coffee so I could drink and maybe get this terrible headache out of the way. Mrs. Pack was already in the kitchen. She was making pancakes for Lily to eat so she could get to school on time.“Brother.” She literally screamed at me. “You're late.” “Late? For what?” I turned around, afraid I might have done something without knowing. “You're late for everything.” She laughed. That was when I knew that she was trying to get to me. “You and your silly pranks.” I rolled my eyes at her. “They are not silly, Brother. You just fall for them every single time.” “I don't.” I jeered back at her. Of course she was right, I always fell for her silly naughty tricks but I wasn't going to admit it. “Go to school.” “Of course, I will.” “Do you want some coffee, Sir Ethan, would you like some?”Mrs. Pack asked me. She knew me so well. I always come down for coffee first before

Her children? She went through that to protect her children? My mother's death was all because she wanted to protect her children's future. What about my future? Didn't I deserve a future too? Everything she had written in her confession was made to sound like a reasonable thing a person would have done in that circumstances. But I knew they were all lies. Every single thing she wrote. The right person she wanted Margaret to give it to was not a lawyer.It was a journalist.A particular journalist. One that was known to write pieces about powerful women and how they are usually manipulated just because weak men can't ‘handle’ them.She was Sandra wealth. A journalist who would not simply run the document as a confession but would make Victoria the victim in all of these. Of course, Victoria's choices were terrible but Sandra would make her look like she was just a complicated human who made those choices for only understandable reasons Victoria was not trying to get away with w