Epilogue

Mia

I was alive, and it was a miracle.

Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.

I had survived death twice.

After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legs

The fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.

Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.

Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne