me?” I demanded, tears finally spilling over my eyelids. “Who am I? Whose daughter am I?!”
“If you don’t leave that house, they will kill you!” she screamed into the phone. “The person who gave you to me… they found out you are alive! They know you are in Lagos! Run, Amara—”
The call abruptly disconnected.
I stared at my phone screen in horror. “Aunty?continue reading …
