Semua Bab Broken vows mended hearts : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The next morning arrived quietly. Soft rays of sunlight spilled into the hospital room, casting delicate shadows across the white floor tiles. Anna sat propped up against a pillow, a thin blanket over her legs, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the beaded necklace Mama Grace had left behind. She didn't understand why, but something about the Charm kept drawing her in. It felt safe. Even though her Memory still refused to offer answers, She was slowly adjusting to the blankness, as if it were a fog she had no choice but to live in.The door creaked open. This time, it wasn't Mama Grace. It was him. The man with kind eyes and a voice that sounded like a Lullaby to her Anxious soul.Kingsley. “Hey!”He said, stepping in gently, carrying a small paper bag that smelled faintly of fresh bread and warm cocoa. “ I brought breakfast”. Anna gave him a faint nod. “Thank you…”. Her voice was soft, distant like someone talking from under water. Kingsley walked to her b

Morning came in reluctantly through the smoke-stained curtains. The scent of scorched silk still cling to the air like an accusation, and Anna sat at the edge of her bed,elbows resting on her knees, her palms folded like prayer beneath her chin.She hadn't slept. Not truly. Her body had collapsed against the mattress, but her mind had wandered like an untethered kite through every corridor, every memory , every scream that wasn't hers.The fire.The laugh. The hallway outside her door. She couldn't shake the image of Kingsley sillhouetted against the flame like a forgotten God battling the Demons of his own sanctuary. Nor could she forget the way his eyes had refused to meet hers when he returned from the third floor-haunted and hollow, as if something up there had stolen a piece of him. Yet no one spoke of it. Now, As she tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs, the house seemed to pretend that nothing had happened. The halls had resumed their solemn silence, The chand

The guests remained for days and Kingsley's house bloomed with the exaggerated liveliness of forced company. The halls echoed with the sounds of polished boots on Marble, the clicking of glasses and the manufactured laughter of those trying too hard to appear amused. To Anna, it was all as hollow as a mask. Each evening, She was summoned to the drawing room, where she was perched quietly near the windows, half concealed by the sweeping drapes. Her place was not among the gleaming gowns and silk gloves, but in the shadows, observing. Always observing.“Your hand, Mr Kingsley”, Elizabeth cooed, placing her slender fingers on top of his. “I swear I have never seen a man with such… soldiery hands. Do tell me, did you duel often in your youth?”. Kingsley laughed out loud, the sound loud and pleasant. “Only with words, Miss Ingram . Though I suspect you will beat me at both”. Elizabeth leaned in closer, her voice a feather. “I suspect I will enjoy trying,Nonetheless”. A

It had been two months since Anna had been staying in Kingsley’s apartment adapting to everything in his house. The morning light filtered gently through the Lacy curtains in Kingsley's home, dancing across the marbled tiles and the pale pink walls of Anna's room. She sat at the edge of the bed, her knees tucked under chin, staring at the mirror across from her.It was another day at home and Another day of silence.A soft knock at the door jolted her thoughts. “Anna?” Came Kingsley's voice from the hallway. “Yes,Sir,” She replied quickly,straightening up. “Breakfast is ready. Join me downstairs when you are set”. She muttered a quiet”Okay,”then turned back to the mirror. Her reflection looked the same as yesterday. Same oversized T shirt, same headwrap. Same girl with questions pressing agaìnst her chest.At the breakfast table, Kingsley sat with his tablet in the hand scrolling through his phone and murmuring occasional thoughts aloud.“The Nigerian Naira is bac

The atmosphere in the hostel common room was uncomfortable and quiet that morning. Eyes strained Anna as she stepped out of her room, the door closing behind her with a gentle buthaun lThe atmosphere in the hostel common room was oppressively quiet that morning—too quiet. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. No, it was the heavy, judgmental hush that thickened the air with unspoken words and narrowed eyes.Anna stepped out of her room, clutching her books to her chest like a shield. The door closed behind her with a click that echoed louder than it should have. As she moved through the corridor, conversations dipped and then restarted again in hushed tones, fragmented whispers floating just within earshot.“That’s her… the one that fought Juliet.” “I heard she flung a whole bucket of water across the room.” “Can you imagine? She looks so calm. Two-faced people are the worst.”Anna didn’t need to look up to feel their stares boring into her skin like tiny, invisible needles. Her