Eunice POVMy mother stood there, her hair tied up with a scarf, eyes wide in surprise. Her face softened instantly."Eunice," she whispered, her voice shaking.Without hesitation, she opened her arms.I rushed into them.I couldn’t hold it anymore. Everything I had been keeping inside for so long just burst out like a dam that had cracked from too much pressure. The pain, the fear, the confusion, the weight of all I had carried for years finally broke loose. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it, and before I knew it, my face was wet. The tears came pouring down fast and hard, like rain falling on a tin roof in the middle of a storm. I didn’t try to wipe them. I didn’t try to speak. I just reached out and wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her close, like my life depended on it. Her arms were warm, steady, and soft. She didn’t say a word, but she held me back, strong and calm. I buried my face into her shoulder, and the sobs came, deep from my stomach, s
Eunice POVDavid is responsible for it…The moment those words escaped my lips, I braced myself for Joyce’s reaction. I thought she would be angry and hurt. I hadn’t told her earlier. She was my closest friend, and she deserved to know. But I’d been scared, and unsure of how she’d take it.But instead of exploding, She smiled.“So you mean I’ll be an aunty now?” she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “Eunice, congratulations!”I let out a relieved laugh. “Yes, and guess what? You can be the godmother.”Joyce gasped dramatically, holding her chest. “You mean it?! Godmother? Don’t play with my feelings, oh!”“I’m serious,” I said, laughing deeply. The tension between us melted. We hugged, and I felt a genuine warmth. It was the kind of hug that wrapped around your fears and made them go quiet.With a calm, comforting tone, she said, “I’m with you, Eunice. Don’t worry. If you need anything at all, I’ll always be here to support you. You're not alone.”Her words hit deep. I did
Eunice’s POVMy new apartment had a quiet kind of peace embraced me. The walls were still bare, the curtains were thin, but there was warmth. No yelling, no smashed plates. No walking on eggshells. I ran my fingers across the edge of the small table I had managed to set up near the window. My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten all day. I decided to treat myself. There was a small restaurant just down the street. I slipped into a light dress, fixed my hair into a lazy bun, and stepped out.The chime above the door jingled as I walked in. The smell of pepper soup and fried plantains filled the air. I scanned the room casually, but my eyes froze when they landed on a familiar face.“Joyce?” I blurted, not believing my eyes.Her head snapped in my direction. “Eunice? Oh my God!” she squealed.In seconds, we were locked in a tight hug, laughing like schoolgirls. It had been years.“I thought I was seeing a ghost!” Joyce said, holding my arms like she was making sure I was real.I smiled, my
Eunice’s POVI stormed out of the hospital room, the sound of my shoes echoing sharply on the cold, tiled floor with every angry step I took. My chest felt tight. My hands were trembling. Everything inside me was boiling in rage, confusion, sadness all mixing together like a storm I couldn’t control. I didn’t care where I was going. I just needed to get away. I needed space to think, to breathe, to not scream.The hallway outside felt empty and too bright. I leaned back against the wall, pressing my palm to my chest as I tried to slow my breathing. My throat felt dry, and my eyes stungThen it hit me like a jolt straight to my chest.“Oh no,” I breathed, barely getting the words out.I had left the gift. The one Bernard gave me. I had placed it carefully on the small side table beside the hospital bed, right before everything went wrong. And now… I walked out on it. Just like that.My chest tightened. That gift meant something, even though I wasn’t ready to admit it. Still, I shoo
Eunice – POV“For your information,” I said, cutting him off before he could even form a single word, “this gift is from your uncle. He gave it to me personally.”My tone was calm, but my heart was pounding. I wasn’t going to let him twist this into something dirty or shameful. I saw the way his brows slowly lifted, the way his eyes scanned the gift like it carried a secret. That look on his face… it wasn’t loud, but it screamed more than words could. It was the kind of silent accusation that doesn’t need to be shouted to be felt. The kind that sits in your chest like a stone. Heavy. Cold. And impossible to ignore.He didn’t speak yet, but I could already see what he was thinking. The suspicion, the doubt, the ugly thoughts racing through his mind. I knew that face. I had seen it before, the same face he wore every time someone told him lies about me. The same way he looked at me when he believed gossip over the truth.But I stood tall.“You really think I’m sleeping with your unc
Eunice’s POVI was just outside, sitting quietly by the gate with a few people from the area. We were trying to enjoy the cool evening breeze. The sun was already going down, and it left long shadows across the sandy ground. The air smelled fresh, like wet earth there had been a light rain earlier. Some of the kids nearby were chasing each other, laughing loudly, while the older folks sat in their cars, talking about little things like the price of food and how bad the light had been that week.I wasn’t really listening to anyone. Their voices sounded far away, like a soft background noise. My heart felt heavy. My thoughts kept drifting back to David, his face, his voice, the way things used to be before everything fell apart. I stared at the ground, running my fingers over the rusty bars of the gate, trying not to let the sadness show on my face.That was when I noticed someone walking towards me. I saw Benard walking towards me, his steps confident, his phone in one hand and s