Òyì nke e mepụtara

Slowly, she took it. Her hands were still weak, so he helped her, making sure she didn’t drop it. She ate carefully. Small bites. But it was something. Jessie watched for a moment, then finally leaned back slightly against the cave wall. For the first time since leaving the camp, he allowed himself to stop. Just for a second. Sarah’s breathing had steadied. Not better. Not fully. But stable.