the threats, the secrets-hovered like shadows. But she had to face Korede. She had no choice. Korede was already there, sitting at their usual bench, his posture rigid but eyes softer than she remem

ears welled in her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. --- Days passed, but the danger didn't. One night, Korede was attacked outside his apartment. Masked men ambushed him, leaving bruises and warning marks. Zara rushed to his side when she heard. "You should have called me," she said, worry thick in her voice. "I didn't want to drag you into this," he replied we