Agnes smiled—a smile that once stirred something deep within him, but now it felt like a twisted, mocking grin. Her lips curled slightly, revealing just a glimpse of teeth.
“Nwe! Nwe! Nwe!” The child's cries pierced the stillness of the night, echoing through the dense forest, a desperate wail that would tug at the heart of any passerby.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the village as women made their way home from the bustling market and farmers trudged back from their fields.
Ade’s voice resonated through the church, a gentle harmony that filled the air with peace. But then he saw her. She slipped into the back pew, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
