Mag-log inTimi didn't expect to cry over a dress.She'd never been the type. Practical. Grounded. The woman who kept Jake organized, remembered birthdays, and made sure bills were paid on time.But standing in the bridal shop, looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't stop the tears."It's the one," the saleswoman said softly.Timi couldn't speak. She just nodded.Maya appeared beside her, phone already up, taking photos."You're a bride.""I'm a bride.""A real bride.""That's how weddings work."They laughed through tears.The dress was simple. Elegant. Nothing like the elaborate gowns she'd seen in magazines.It fit like it had been made for her.Maya circled her, taking photos from every angle. "Jake is going to lose his mind.""He doesn't get to see it.""I know. But he's going to lose his mind anyway."She sent photos to her mother. To her sister. To Bisi.Then she called Jake."I found it.""You found what?""The dress."He was quiet for a moment."Was it perfect?""It was me.""The
Chapter 121: The ring on her finger felt heavier than she expected.Timi sat on her couch, staring at it, turning it in the light. Jake had proposed three days ago, and she still couldn't quite believe it.She was engaged.To Jake.The boy who had spent years trying to fix his past. Who had sent those anonymous messages that saved Maya and Ethan. Who had finally, slowly, become the man she'd always believed he could be.Her phone buzzed.Maya: How's the fiancée?Timi smiled.Timi: Still staring at my hand. Is that normal?Maya: It's the best normal.She met Maya for coffee that afternoon. Their café, the one with the red awning. Maya ordered for both of them…she knew Timi's order by heart now."So," Maya said, settling into her seat. "Tell me everything. How you're feeling. What you're thinking. The whole thing."Timi laughed."That's a lot.""We have time."Timi looked at her ring again. "I'm happy. I'm so happy. But…""But?""But sometimes I wonder if he's really ready. Or if he's
Bisi's cookie business grew faster than anyone expected.Within six months, she was supplying three local cafes. Within a year, she had her own small commercial kitchen. Within eighteen months, she needed help.Maya became her unofficial partner. Taste-tester. Moral support. Occasional delivery driver when things got crazy."You're a real businesswoman," Maya said one afternoon. They were boxing orders at Bisi's kitchen table. Flour on both their shirts."I'm a woman who makes cookies.""Same thing."The name was simple. Bisi's Batch.Maya had come up with it. Bisi had cried."It's perfect.""I know.""It's me.""I know."They hugged. Flour everywhere.The business became Bisi's thing. Her own. Separate from being a wife and mother.Dayo handled the kids on weekends so she could do markets. Amara became her official helper, carefully placing cookies in boxes with intense concentration.Daniel's job was quality control. He took his role seriously."Good, Mama," he'd say, cookie in each
It started with a throwaway comment.Bisi was on the phone with Maya, complaining about something mundane. Grocery prices. Toddler tantrums. The usual."You should just start a business," Maya said.Bisi laughed."Right. With what time? What energy? What money?""I don't know. But you're always talking about wanting something more. Maybe that something is work. Your own work."Bisi was quiet."I'm serious. You're creative. You're smart. You're bored out of your mind. That's a recipe for something."That night, Bisi couldn't stop thinking about it.A business. Her own business.She'd always wanted to. Back in her twenties, she had ideas. Plans. Dreams.Then life happened. Marriage. Kids. Routines.The dreams got buried.She brought it up with Dayo.They were in bed. Lights off. Daniel is finally asleep."Can I ask you something crazy?""Always.""What if I started a business?"He was quiet for a moment."What kind of business?""I don't know yet. Something small. Something of mine. May
Bisi sat on her patio, coffee in hand, staring at nothing.The house was quiet for once. Amara at school. Daniel napping. Dayo at work.Quiet used to be rare. Now it felt strange. Too still. Too empty.She missed the noise.Her phone buzzed.Maya: Thinking of you. How's my favorite godson?Bisi smiled.Bisi: Sleeping. Finally, How's my favorite goddaughter?Maya: Also sleeping. We're winning.Bisi: Winning at what?Maya: Survival.Bisi laughed. That was exactly it. Survival. Not living. Just surviving.She thought about her life.Married to Dayo. Two beautiful kids. A house with a yard. Friends who loved her.It was everything she'd wanted. Everything she'd dreamed of when she was younger and alone and scared.So why did she feel restless?Why did she sit on this patio every morning, coffee in hand, watching the same yard, the same trees, the same sky, and feel like something was missing?She tried to shake it off.Get dressed. Wake Daniel. Make lunch. Pick up Amara. Make dinner. Bath
Three months later, Bisi called with news."I'm pregnant."Maya screamed."BISI!""I know!""Another baby!""I know!""You're doing it!""I know!"They screamed together for a full minute. Grace, now fifteen months old, watched from the floor with wide eyes.Amara, almost three, covered her ears."Mama loud," she announced.Bisi laughed."Sorry, baby. Mama's excited."They met at the café to celebrate.Bisi was glowing. Literally glowing. The same early pregnancy glow Maya remembered from herself."You look amazing," Maya said."I feel terrible. Sick all the time.""That's how you know it's working.""Small comfort."They laughed.Amara was with Dayo. Grace was with Ethan. Just the two of them. Like old times."Remember when we used to do this?" Bisi asked. "Just us. Coffee. Talking for hours.""I remember.""Feels like a lifetime ago.""It was. Different lifetimes."Bisi looked at her."Better now?""Different now. Not better. Not worse. Just... more.""More is good.""More is everyt
Maya's pov She was at the shop again.Her mother had asked her to check the locks. Simple task. Ten minutes. But Maya stood there longer than she needed to, staring at the symbol on the wall.Still there. Still watching.She took a photo. Sent it to Ethan.Still here.He replied fast: I know. I ha
She was sitting on the floor.Not because she planned to, because standing felt like too much and sitting on the bed felt wrong and the floor was the only place left.Her phone was in her hand. Dark screen. No new messages.Three hours since his last text. Three hours since he said I'm sorry. I'll
Ethan was in his room when the first text came through.A photo from Maya. He opened it. A symbol on a wall. Simple. Circle with a line through it. Something that looked like an arrow.He stared at it.His blood went cold.He knew this symbol.He had seen it before. On envelopes on his father's desk
Maya's mother called on a Thursday.Her voice was different. Tired. Careful."Aya. Your father is worse."Maya's heart stopped."What do you mean worse?""The doctors say his heart is failing. They don't know how much time he has."Maya sat down hard on her bed."Months. Maybe weeks. They can't say







