She studied him for a moment, then nodded—not convinced, but tired of asking questions.
Later that night, Mika went into his room and opened a drawer.
Inside was a worn little lion plush toy.
Hope had given it to him that morning.
“For when you’re sad,” she had said.
He held it in his palm, looking at it as though it were made of gold.
Then he gently put it back and closed the drawer.
He slipped into bed beside Tiana.
But his heart was already somewhere else.
Rain fell from the sky as if it had a story to tell.
Mika stepped out of his car holding an umbrella. The dirt roads had turned to mud. The village seemed quieter than usual. A silence heavy with secrets.
He walked toward Grace’s hut. He had brought food, medicine, and a small math book. Hope was struggling.
As he reached the door, he heard a voice inside—soft but clear.
“I don’t think Mika remembers anything,” Grace was saying, her voice heavy with emotion. “But he keeps coming. He brings her gifts. He talks to her as if she already belongs to him.”
Mika stopped.
He did not knock.
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