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CHAPTER 11: STRIFE AND THORNS
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2026-04-24 19:30:00BECCA’S POV
The walk back to the Elite Hostel was a recitation of Psalm 23 and the pounding of my own heart. When I pushed open the door to Josh’s room, I expected to find him gone, or perhaps brainstorming. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in his bedroom, the gas burner turned off.
He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You didn't go?"
"The Spirit didn't lead me there, Josh," I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. "He led me back here. To the thing
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LOOM OF THORNS CHAPTER 11: STRIFE AND THORNS
BECCA’S POVThe walk back to the Elite Hostel was a recitation of Psalm 23 and the pounding of my own heart. When I pushed open the door to Josh’s room, I expected to find him gone, or perhaps brainstorming. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in his bedroom, the gas burner turned off.He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You didn't go?""The Spirit didn't lead me there, Josh," I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. "He led me back here. To the things we've probably overlooked, so man up and let's brainstorm solutions together."Josh stood up slowly. The vulnerability in his face was a physical weight. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped my jaw. For a second, the world narrowed down to the scent of ginger and the heat radiating off his skin. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me.I felt the pull—the human need to be held in a storm. He didn't wait. He pulled me in, the "KING’S COURT" hoodie bunching be
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BECCA’S POVThe orange sun was setting over the horizon of the NUAT campus, casting long, dark shadows across the walkway. I walked with my head down, feeling ashamed, the heavy "KING’S COURT" hoodie feeling like lead on my shoulders. I had spent the day avoiding updates on the campus WhatsApp channels and dodging whispers in the textile lab, but the true trial was waiting for me near the Faculty of Food Science and Human Ecology."Rebecca."The voice wasn't loud, but it stopped me in my tracks. Standing under the shade of a whistling Neem tree was Sister Mary. She was dressed in her usual floor-length denim skirt, her Bible-bag held against her chest like a shield—or a weapon."Sister Mary," I breathed, a wave of relief washing over me. "Thank God. I... I’ve had the most horrible day. I don't know what to do, I—""Don't use His name to cover your shame," Mary interrupted. Her voice wasn't kind. It was cold, sharp, and
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BECCA’S POVThe morning light felt like an intruder. It crawled across the cold floor of Josh’s room, mocking my exhaustion. I hadn't slept; my Bible was still clutched to my chest, my eyes gritty from a night of silent tears and hyper-vigilance."You can't go out in those," Josh said, his voice raspy from sleep. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wardrobe, still nursing the faint red mark on his cheek where I had branded him with my palm. He pointed to my clothes from yesterday—the white frilly blouse was stained with dust and my skirt wrinkled beyond repair."I have no choice," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I have a 9:00 AM practical. If I miss it, my CA is gone."Josh stood up, wincing. He walked to his closet and pulled out a heavy, oversized black hoodie with "KING’S COURT" printed in bold gold letters across the back and a pair of joggers. It was his signature campaign gear. Everyone on campus knew it."Wear this," he said, tossing it to me. "It’s better than we
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