His fingers unconsciously tightened around Nnenna's wrist.
These words made Nnenna pause.
Until now, she had been swept up in the chaos, the fear, the relief, but now, the questions began creeping in.
Yes, Somto hadn't appeared for months. He hadn't come for the funeral. He hadn't even sent a message. And to everyone watching, that absence felt like abandonment.
But…
He had said something just now. Something about being in the middle of something he couldn't walk away from. Something dangerous. And, more importantly, he had said that he knew who was behind their father's death.
That one detail changed everything.
Nnenna turned to Abuchi, whose shoulders were still stiff with emotion. But even he, somewhere deep down, had to admit one thing:
Yes, back then they needed him, but not nearly as much as they needed him just this very morning.
Because if Somto hadn't arrived when he did… they would all be dead.
