It wasn't cold. It wasn't guarded. It was… warm. Personal. Gentle in a way she had never experienced from Somto.
And it left her confused.
"Uhm… it's okay," she replied quietly, her voice uncertain.
Because truthfully, it wasn't just his apology that unsettled her.
It was everything.
The way he had held her hand without a second thought. The way his eyes lingered on her like she was the only person that mattered.
It wasn't like the love she got from Abuchi, loud, protective. Or Ebere's endless chattering love. Or Carl's quiet support. Or even Nurse Courage's maternal warmth.
No, this was different.
And Nnenna couldn't name it. That scared her.
After several tries, and failing miserably, she finally managed to pull her hand out of his grip. It felt awkward. Heavy. Unnatural. But she had to, because being near him like that made her feel… too much.
