The Secret in the Vault

ragged breathing of my aunt.

“Aunty? Are you there?” I pressed.

“Where… where did you say you are working?” her voice was no longer sharp. It was trembling, laced with an unmistakable, primal terror.

“The Alabi estate in Ikoyi,” I said slowly, emphasizing every syllable. “Madam Beatrice looked at my face today, Aunty. She said I look exactly like a child continue reading …