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CHAPTER 145 : WHEN THE RAIN CAME SOFTLY

Rain tapped lightly on the rooftop of the Lagos bookstore café where Naya sat, hands curled around a cup of steaming cinnamon tea. The world outside was gray, soft, forgiving. A strange calm hung in the air, as if the clouds knew something she didn’t yet.

She hadn’t expected to cry when she watc...