Ryan arrived a little too early. He was nervous, though he’d bite his tongue than admit it. Riley had to put on a better act if they were going to fool their folks again. But he was here.Valery spotted him from the gate of the church, her hand rising in a small wave that made his heart jump.“You look great,” she teased as he approached.“Thank you,” he said, glancing at her shoes. “You too. Nice stilettos.”“Be serious, Riley.”“I’m trying here.”They walked in together. The choir was already midway through a song. Riley didn’t understand most of the hymns, but when she bowed her head, he followed. When she whispered ‘Amen’, so did he. He watched her eyes close when they prayed and wondered what she was saying. He followed her through the service like a well-behaved schoolboy. Ghanaians didn’t play with church. You either stood up when told or had a grandmother pinch your ear from a bench away.After the final blessing, Valery pulled him aside with a soft smile. “Come. There’s someo
Riley found Ryan where he always was lately, holed up in his room, pretending not to care about the world outside. He nudged the door open with his foot, balancing dinner. Ryan refused to eat all day and it made their mother more disturbed.Ryan didn’t look up. He was curled on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “If this is an intervention, I’m too tired for it.”“Let’s eats together. I figured it might help you build appetite,” Riley said, lifting the tray like an offering. He placed it on the bed and settled down across from Ryan.His brother did not reject the food this time. They finished it together, almost fighting over chicken. It was wholesome and nostalgic, something they hadn’t done in a while. Ryan shifted his gaze when Riley revealed a small cup filled with pills. Medicine for both of them- but mostly Ryan.“We need to talk.” Riley said when they were almost done.“Oh boy,” Ryan muttered, but sipped the pineapple juice anyway.“You should apologize to Mum,” Riley s
During break, Valery returned to the school infirmary just in time to see an empty bed where Riley had been.Margret stood by the door, arms crossed, her face unreadable.“Where’s Riley?” Valery asked, setting down the takeout she'd brought in case Riley was awake and hungry. Her voice was hoarse from worry, and her hands still trembled from earlier.“His mother came for him,” Margret replied evenly.“Oh... I guess that’s good,” Valery exhaled and sank onto the nearest chair. Her shoulders slumped, the tension in her back finally giving way."You don’t look so good," Margret commented, coming to sit beside her."Pfft. You don’t say," Valery muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I thought he was going to die on us, Marge. He wasn’t breathing. He looked... I don’t even want to say it."Margret rubbed her shoulders. "Valery, is there something I should know? About you and Riley?"Valery gave her a look. "What do you mean?""I won’t get mad. I promise. It’s just... something feels off. I mean, you
Derrick’s HomeRiley stepped out of the car and handed his driver a quick nod. The guards knew him by name here. Everyone did. So, none of the servants stopped him from going inside.He clutched two chilled cans of Derrick’s favourite imported drink, and the recent video game he’d talked about. It was a bribe, Riley admitted that to himself.He hadn’t been the best friend lately. His focus had shifted more to school, Valery, and his health. He missed Derrick’s daring nature and the way he could make any terrible situation worse by laughing at it.It was time to reconnect.Some of the maids greeted him, informing him where his friend was. But Riley paused near the staircase.Something sounded off. Raised voices. Footsteps.He stepped up a few stairs, quietly.At the top, sweet feminine voice echoed: “Don’t be so uptight, Derrick. I’m only checking in.”Riley’s brow furrowed. It was Derrick’s stepmother standing far too close to someone who supposedly despised her.“No one checks in wit
They walked in silence.Valery couldn’t take it anymore. “Please wait. I don’t know what happened back there. I didn’t expect him.”She stopped and grabbed his shirt, hugging him tight. Her voice trembled. “That kiss was a mistake. Please forgive me.”Riley stood still, silent. Then his arms came around her. “You don’t need to explain. I believe you.”She pulled back, her eyes glossy with tears. He brushed her cheek gently. “What’s a partnership without trust? Just be careful next time.”Valery nodded. She leaned into him again, resting her head against his chest.Riley kissed her on the head.“Here, I got this for you.” He handed her the package. “You like food too much. But don’t stop on my count. Just lie better next time when your mom starts asking questions, cause I’m getting you better gifts without the calories.”“What gift could be better than food?” She laughed, holding the said gift tightly.Above them, unseen, Derrick watched from the next floor. That was it.That was when
Riley was always there; getting on Valery’s nerves, poking holes in her excuses. Not a day went by where he didn’t interrogate her about Derrick. If she even breathed near her phone, he’d snatch it, scrolling through texts like a detective with a vendetta.Around Margret, they were on their best behavior. Riley kept his distance, and Valery played it cool. But the moment Margret left the room, Riley was impossible. He teased. He complained. He questioned everything. And somewhere in all that chaos, Valery started to see it. The charm hiding inside his honesty. The way he told her the truth even when it hurt. Somehow, that started to matter more than sweet lies.“Hey. You have visitors.”Valery groaned as her sister barged into the room one morning, breaking the peace of her Saturday nap. She rolled over, groggy and disoriented.“Visitors?” she asked, barely awake.“They’re downstairs,” her sister replied before leaving the door open.Valery sat up, confused. When she reached the botto