LOGINAdia was hard to ignore. Not because she tried to stand out but because she didn’t.She had a natural kind of beauty that felt effortless. Warm brown skin that seemed to glow under soft light, and expressive dark eyes that always carried a spark of curiosity—or mischief. Her smile came easily, wide and genuine, the kind that made people feel comfortable without trying.Her hair was thick and coiled, often tied up in a loose puff or wrapped in a colorful scarf when she worked. A few strands always escaped no matter how hard she tried to keep it neat—something she would laugh about instead of fixing.She wasn’t tall, but she carried herself with confidence. Quick on her feet, always moving, always doing something.But what made her stand out the most was her energy. She was alive, she was unfiltered, she was real.Adia’s life was simple.She lived with her grandmother in a modest home, part of a middle-class neighborhood where everyone knew each other. Her grandmother had raised her, ta
Ten years had passed.Time had moved on. But Lisha hadn’t. The office tower stood tall, glass reflecting the city below—a symbol of power, control, and success. At the very top floor, Lisha sat behind a massive desk.Cold and untouchable.“Those numbers don’t make sense,” she said sharply, not even looking up.Her assistant shifted nervously. “Ma’am, I thought—”“You *thought*?” Lisha cut in, her voice slicing through the room. “I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to get it right.”The assistant quickly nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll fix it immediately.”“Leave.”The door closed quietly. Lisha finally leaned back in her chair.Silence filled the room as it had always been for the past 10 years. Her office was perfect. Her life… looked perfect.But behind the glass walls and polished floors—There was nothing.Downstairs, whispers filled the air.“Did you see her this morning?”“She snapped at three people before 9 a.m.”“I heard she fired someone just for being late by five minutes.”“She’s
The front door creaked open late that night.Dave stepped in slowly, the smell of alcohol trailing behind him. His movements were unsteady, his eyes heavy — not just from the drinking, but from everything weighing on him. Lisha sat on the couch typing on her laptop. She didn’t look up.No, *“Where were you?”*No, *“Are you okay?”*Nothing was asked but just the faint sound of keys tapping. Dave paused, watching her. For a moment, he almost said something but said nothing. The silence between them had grown too thick to break. He walked past her with no glances shared. Just two strangers crossing paths in a house that used to be a home.That night, sleep never came. Dave lay in bed staring at the ceiling.John’s voice echoed in his mind—*“You could start over…”**“Find someone else…”**“Have kids again…”*He turned and closed his eyes only to open them again . Round and round his thoughts went, like a storm with no end.By morning—He had made a decision.---Lisha stood by the door
The hospital had grown quieter for Lisha. Not because the noise had disappeared but because she had finally stopped fighting it.The machines, the footsteps, the distant voices… they no longer felt overwhelming. They were just there. Like everything else she could no longer change. She sat by the window that morning, sunlight resting gently on her face. Her hands lay still in her lap.“I can’t change it…” she whispered to herself.The words hurt. But they didn’t break her this time.Across the corridor, in another room—Dave’s fingers twitched and his breathing shifted.Slowly… painfully…His eyes opened.Blurred light. A ceiling he didn’t recognize. Then memory hit him all at once.The road.The crash.Ava.His chest tightened.“Ava…” he croaked weakly.A nurse rushed in immediately. “Sir, you’re awake. Try not to move.”Dave’s eyes darted around. “My daughter—where is she?!”The nurse hesitated. That silence again. The kind that carried too much truth. Dave’s face crumpled.“No…” he
The road home felt endless. The sky was gray, matching everything inside the car. Lisha sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes swollen from crying. She hadn’t said a word since they left the cemetery.Dave drove.But he wasn’t really there.His mind replayed everything—Ava’s voice.Her small hand in his.The sound of soil hitting her coffin. The gossip about Lisha which to him was partly true.“I should have stayed home more…” he whispered.“What?” Lisha asked faintly.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.A flash of memory—Ava laughing.Ava saying, *“I’ll play with my rabbit.”*His vision blurred and a horn blared loudly. Bright lights rushed toward them.Lisha turned sharply. “Dave—!”**CRASH.**Darkness swallowed everything.Two weeks passed.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Lisha’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to her, she was in pain .She blinked, trying to focus all
The hospital room had changed. It no longer felt like a place for recovery. It felt like a place for goodbye.Soft toys filled the corners now. Balloons floated near the ceiling. Crayon drawings were taped carefully onto the walls — crooked, colorful, full of life that didn’t match the quiet machines surrounding Ava’s bed.She looked smaller each day.But when she smiled… the whole room still lit up.The door opened gently.Gladys walked in first, her usual elegance shaken, her eyes already red. Behind her, Mr Wellis stepped in slower than usual — no sharp remarks, no clever words.Just silence.Lisha stood up immediately. “Gladys… Dad…”Gladys rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Oh my baby…” she whispered, even though Lisha was no longer a child.Mr Wellis placed a steady hand on Dave’s shoulder.No jokes and sarcasm this time around. Just a quiet squeeze.“I’m here,” he said simply.Dave nodded, unable to speak.Ava stirred slightly.“Grandma?” she said weakly.Gladys tu
In several years the evening used to be the loudest time in their house.Ava’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Dave chasing her around the couch. Lisha reading bedtime stories in dramatic voices that made Ava laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe.But lately, the house had grown… quiet.Too quiet.---
Husband and wife still debating on who should eat the food first , Lisha decided to clear all suspicion by eating first hence Dave finally ate his breakfast with relief. Later in the day Lisha took that small bottle tha she was given by Akua , measured with a teaspoon and drank it. “You know the d
The house had become a place people passed through.Shoes by the door. Laptop bags on the table. Phone calls echoing through hallways.But not much time. Lisha had also found a nanny for little Ava to keep her company.Ava sat on the couch one afternoon wrapped in her small pink blanket. Her stuffe
“What is his name again?, the man who scammed you”.“Well it was two men but they said their boss wan a guy named Erikson Raymond “.“Aha!, no wonder I dislike that man”.“You know him sir?”“Yes , I see him at the golf course from time to time, don’t worry I’ll sort it out”.“Thank you so much sir







