Chapter 9: Eniola’s Room
Leaving the hospital, I drove straight to Mr. Femi’s house, that simple village home.
The road was empty, stars hidden by thick clouds. I sped, dust rising behind me like restless spirits.
I pushed the door—it wasn’t locked.
Inside, silence pressed on my ears. I called out, only to hear the creak of old wood.
The air smelled of dust and old memories. I switched on my rechargeable lamp, not even looking for the switch.
Because I had to find Eniola’s room quickly.
Her room was at the end of the corridor, the old door half open, the smell of antiseptic still hanging in the air.
Even if Mr. Femi hadn’t said anything, I would have come. But the reason I rushed was his chilling words:
“I didn’t abandon Eniola; she doesn’t need anyone to look after her. If you don’t believe me, go and see.”
My hand shook as I reached for the door. Behind me, the house held its breath.