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A Door Left Slightly Open

Author: Ifeoluwamide
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 20:02:43

Chapter 46

The morning arrived gently, ushered in by the songs of birds nesting just outside Sophia’s window. Not the harsh shrieks of urban pigeons she’d grown used to, but something softer—sincere and melodic, as though nature itself was offering her a blessing. She stirred beneath the covers, blinking up at the pale light filtering through her curtains. And for once, she didn’t feel the weight of her past clinging to her. No anxiety settled in her chest. No dread pooled in her stomach. Instead, there was a stillness, a clarity. A sense that something long burdening her had finally lifted.

It took her a moment to understand where the shift had come from, but she knew deep down—it was Victoria. The conversation from the day before had scraped out the last stubborn traces of self-doubt, the remnants of a woman who had once felt small under someone else’s shadow. Sophia hadn’t just walked away from that table in Lagos; she’d walked out from under years of silent control. And she hadn’t
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