Òyì nke e mepụtara

He looked irritated at first, asking what it was, but she didn’t react. She simply told him to open it. I stood there, watching quietly as he flipped through the papers. At first, his expression didn’t change, but slowly, it did. Confusion. Then disbelief. And finally, something I had never seen on his face before. Fear. She told him calmly that the house was never his, that she had kept it in her name all these years, and that she had watched everything he had done. She said she had stayed sile