BOOK OF CALEB PART 2
The air in Caleb’s small apartment was thick with tension. The smell of sizzling oil filled the kitchen as he absentmindedly stirred a pot of stew, his other hand gripping his phone tightly. His patience had worn thin, and the frustration in his voice was unmistakable.
“What are you saying? Can you just pause and think about what you’re saying?” he snapped, his grip tightening.
On the other end, Cecilia’s voice was sharp, defiant.
“Hey, please don’t even try to shout at me.”
Caleb took a deep breath, struggling to keep his temper in check. “Then tell me what you need the 25,000 naira for after I already sent you 40,000 for the down payment and another 50,000 for tests. Now, you’re asking for another 25,000. What for?”
“You’re talking as if you’re doing me a favor,” Cecilia shot back. “This is your son we’re talking about, Caleb. Your own baby. He is sick, his life is on the line, yet you’re here arguing with me? If you think it’s easy to be the one sitting in this hospital with him, then come and do it yourself!”
Caleb clenched his jaw. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Cecilia let out a frustrated sigh, then suddenly screamed into the phone. “I have answered!”
Caleb refused to back down. “I said, what do you need the 25,000 for?”
“For your son!” she shot back.
“Okay,” Caleb exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is it for drugs or what?”
“See, staying here costs a lot. We are in a private ward, and it’s 25,000 per day.”
Caleb nearly dropped his phone. “What?”
“What is it now?” Cecilia asked, irritated by his reaction.
“You took a private ward?” Caleb’s voice was incredulous.
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“Are you serious about this private ward thing?”
“Yes.”
“Are you even thinking at all?” Caleb asked, his voice rising again.
“Why not?”
“Why would you go for a private ward?”
“I can’t inconvenience myself o,” Cecilia responded nonchalantly. “This private ward is very clean, there’s AC, and a good toilet. Not like the general ward where plenty of people share one toilet.”
Caleb ran a hand over his face. “What is the nature of his sickness?”
“I already told you, the doctor said they haven’t been able to determine exactly what the issue is.”
“And you still took a private ward?”
“What if it’s something contagious?” she argued.
Caleb scoffed. “So, the doctor suggested a private ward for you, and you took it?”
“I prefer a private ward.”
Caleb sighed. “Okay, which hospital are you in?”
Cecilia’s voice turned defensive. “Oh, so you’re trying to say I’m lying now?”
“I only asked a question.”
“Well, your question is making me feel like you think I’m lying about our son’s sickness.”
“Is that question too much to ask?”
“What’s your intention?”
“To know exactly where my son is, of course.”
“But I already told you he is in the hospital.”
“And I’m asking, which hospital?”
“Do a video call if you want proof,” she snapped. “You’ll see your son on the hospital bed.”
Caleb exhaled deeply. “Cecilia, I never said you weren’t at a hospital. I just asked which hospital you’re in.”
“Send me the money and stop asking me rubbish questions. Bye.”
Before he could respond, the line went dead.
Caleb lowered the phone slowly, staring at it as if expecting it to ring again. His heart pounded with frustration, worry, and helplessness.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, shaking his head. “What have I gotten myself into?”
He leaned against the counter, staring at the bubbling stew, but his appetite had disappeared. His mind replayed the last few years of his life—the reckless choices, the fleeting pleasures, the consequences that now clung to him like a heavy chain.
“Fornication… see what you have caused,” he muttered to himself.
Regret settled deep in his chest. Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe this was the price of his past wayward life. Now, he was drowning in responsibilities he hadn’t planned for, debts he couldn’t escape, and a woman who treated him more like an ATM than a father.
Caleb let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe I did this to myself.”
Caleb let out an exhausted sigh as his phone vibrated violently against the wooden table. He didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was. His mother had been relentless these past few weeks, calling at odd hours, leaving voice notes filled with complaints, accusations, and guilt-tripping.
He ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Mum, this is not a good time,” he muttered to himself. “You’re stressing the life out of me.”
The phone buzzed again. He watched it ring for a moment, debating whether to pick up or not. “She won’t stop,” he murmured, rubbing his temples. “She’ll keep calling until my battery dies.” Resigned, he reached for the phone and pressed the green button.
“Hello, mummy.”
“Caleb!” The anger in his mother’s voice nearly made him drop the phone. “What is wrong with you? I have called you over ten times, and you refused to pick up!”
Caleb frowned. “Mum, you only called me once.”
“Check your phone.”
He sighed again. “I have been with my phone. It rang only once, and I intentionally didn’t pick.”
“Oh, so you saw my call and ignored it?”
“Mummy, what do you want?” Caleb asked, already exhausted by the conversation.
“How long do you want to keep embarrassing me?” she asked, her voice laced with frustration.
“Embarrassing you?” Caleb’s brows furrowed. “How am I embarrassing you?”
“The loan people are calling my friends!” she yelled. “They are harassing me!”
“That is what you did to yourself,” Caleb retorted.
“No! You did this to me! I did not do this to myself!”
“Was I the one that used your phone to process the loan?” he asked.
“Oh, so that’s what you want to say?”
“Yes, mummy. You did this to yourself.”
His mother huffed on the other end of the line. “So, you’re okay with your mother being embarrassed in public?”
“I am cool with what my mother is cool with.”
“I am not cool with this embarrassment!” she wailed.
Caleb scoffed. “Mummy, why are you lying?”
“Me? Lying?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“You are lying that you are not cool with this so-called embarrassment.”
“Are you sure you are normal?” she snapped. “How can I be okay with being embarrassed publicly?”
“Then why did you take a loan to buy aso ebi for another person’s party?”
She gasped, offended. “So I should wear rags to the party?”
Caleb rubbed his forehead. “Mum, you have been to over fifteen parties this year alone, and this is just the seventh month. You have plenty of clothes already.”
“Oh, so you want me to wear the cloth I wore to Iya Bimbo’s party to Iya Ope’s party? Does that make sense?”
“Does going to fifteen parties in seven months make sense to you?”
There was a moment of silence before his mother’s voice broke, cracking with emotion. “My God! So this is what I have come to gain for raising you? I spent my entire youth raising you and your sister alone, and this is what I get?” Her voice trembled. “Ha! Who have I offended?”
Caleb took a deep breath. “Mummy, tears will not solve anything. All you need to do is find a way to pay your debt, or all your friends will know you have been living a fake life.”
“Really?”
“Yes, mum.”
“This is what you want to do to me?”
“I have told you, you did this to yourself.”
“Caleb, don’t make me go mad at you. Pay this money! I have told you, I have other parties coming up.”
Caleb’s grip on the phone tightened. “I am not paying anything. Get mad at me if you want to, but I assure you, I will not pay that money. If you want to call my friend again and accuse her, please go ahead. None of those things will work. I am not paying.”
Silence.
“Okay, good day,” his mother finally said, her tone cold.
“Bye, mum.”
The call disconnected.
Caleb tossed his phone onto the couch and exhaled deeply. His chest felt heavy, his mind clouded with frustration. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
“This life,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Is this what it means to be an adult?”
Caleb sat on the edge of his bed, his hands gripping his forehead as he let out a deep sigh. The weight of everything bore down on him like a heavy chain wrapped around his chest. How did his life become this complicated? How did he end up surrounded by people who seemed to only bring him stress and pain? He had barely recovered from one problem before another slammed into him like a tidal wave. His thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear—he needed to call his sister.
With a heavy heart, he reached for his phone and dialed Rejoice’s number. As the line connected, he exhaled sharply, trying to prepare himself for the conversation ahead. His phone rings
“Hello, brother mi,” Rejoice’s soft, familiar voice greeted him.
“How are you?” Caleb asked, his voice strained but steady.
“I’m doing great, and you?” she responded cheerfully, oblivious to the storm he was about to unleash.
“Awesome,” he lied. No need to worry her too soon.
“Nice to hear from you again,” she said warmly.
Caleb hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Sister Rejoice…”
“Yes?” she replied, her tone shifting slightly, picking up on the tension in his voice.
“It’s not good news.”
Her breath hitched. “Tell me, please.”
Caleb closed his eyes for a brief second before dropping the bombshell. “Your husband sold the house.”
Silence.
“Are you there?” he asked, fearing she had dropped the call.
Her voice came back, barely above a whisper. “How are you so sure of that?”
“The new owners told me. They showed me the documents, and your name was on them.”
A shaky breath escaped from the other end of the line. “Did you try to find him?”
“Yes.”
“Did you…” she trailed off, as if bracing herself for an answer she didn’t want to hear.
“He is not in the country anymore. He relocated, but I’m not sure where exactly.”
Rejoice let out a strangled gasp. “Where is my son?”
“With your husband’s parents.”
“They told you that?”
“Yes,” Caleb confirmed. “What do you want to do now?”
A deep, guttural sob filled his ears. “Caleb, I don’t know… Why would Segun do this to me? How do I cope? Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? How do I get myself out of this?”
Caleb clenched his jaw. He wanted to give her an answer that would ease her pain, but what could he say? The damage had been done. “Are you sure he is not already in the UK?”
There was a pause. “Why do you say that?”
“His mother told me he said he was traveling to meet his wife, so I’m thinking maybe…”
Rejoice sucked in a breath. “Are you suggesting he wanted to give me a surprise visit?”
“Exactly my point.”
“No,” she said firmly. “Segun is not in the UK. I may not know where he is, but I know he is not in this country.”
Caleb sighed. “Please, don’t take this too hard on yourself. All will be well, in Jesus’ name.”
“Hmmm,” she murmured, her voice laden with despair. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am very sure. God will not leave you, my dear sister.”
She sniffled. “Okay… I have to go now. I will reach out when I find something.”
“Okay. Love you so much,” Caleb said, his heart aching for his sister.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “Thanks for everything.”
Caleb let the phone slip from his fingers onto the bed. He stared at the ceiling, his mind spinning. How had his life come to this? His mother drowning in debt, his baby mama bleeding him dry, and now his sister’s world crumbling before her eyes.
His heart felt heavy, burdened with responsibilities he hadn’t asked for. He had to figure out a way to navigate this mess before it completely consumed him.
Caleb paced around his small apartment, his mind racing with confusion and frustration. His mother’s antics were becoming unbearable, and now this? How had he ended up entangled in so much unnecessary drama? He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything.
“This is strange,” he muttered to himself. “Why would this man do this? No, it has to be a prank. He’s just trying to surprise her.”
His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ringing of his phone. He glanced at the screen and sighed. It was Idera. Reluctantly, he picked up the call.
“Idera,” he greeted.
“Caleb, what the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
“What’s up?” he asked casually, trying to keep his cool.
“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, please.”
Caleb frowned. “What’s going on? What did I do?”
“Why would you tell your mother that we’re both doing contributions, that I just took my slot, and that you’re broke?” she demanded.
Caleb blinked. “Wait, my mum said that?”
“That’s what she told me.”
“When?”
“Just now.”
Caleb exhaled sharply. “Idera, please don’t push me to anger right now.”
“Oh really? I shouldn’t push you?” she shot back.
“You know my mother, for God’s sake. You know she’s full of drama. Why would I say that to her?”
“Wait, you mean—”
“Yes, I mean she’s lying.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Do you really think I’d tell her we’re doing ajo? In the first place, are we even doing any ajo?”
“No.”
“Exactly. So why would I say that? It’s just another one of her schemes.”
“Caleb, your mum was really crying on the phone,” Idera said softly.
“I hope you didn’t fall for it,” Caleb replied, suspicion creeping into his voice.
“I think I did.”
Caleb froze. “Wait… what does that mean?”
“She said I should please lend you fifty thousand naira. She promised she’d make sure you paid me back. She was crying so much, Caleb, she wouldn’t even end the call until I sent her the money.”
Caleb groaned, his heart sinking. “So you sent it?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Haaa,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“She played you, girl.”
“No, she couldn’t have.”
“She did.”
“Caleb, she was crying,” Idera insisted.
“And that’s exactly how she got you.”
“But why would she do that?”
“That’s the only way she could pay her online loan.”
“For real?”
“Yes. The lenders have been calling her friends. I think the embarrassment was getting too much for her, so she finally found a way out.”
Idera went silent for a moment. Then she asked, “But come to think of it, you really haven’t paid that money since all this time?”
“I told you I’d pay, but not immediately.”
“Must you now wait till it gets to this?”
“It’s not my fault, my dear. She needs to learn her lesson.”
“You are heartless, Caleb.”
“Oh, so now you want to put the blame on me?”
“This is your mother,” she emphasized. “No matter what she’s done, it is your duty to protect her.”
“You don’t know my mother, that’s why you’re talking like this.”
“Shut up and get yourself straight! ‘Honor your mother’ is a commandment from God. Not disgrace her.”
“Oh really, Idera?”
“Yes, really, Caleb.”
“So now I’m at fault?”
“Yes! And your mother deserves an apology. I deserve one too.”
Caleb sighed. “I can apologize to you, but I will never apologize to my mother.”
“Say that again?”
“I said I can apologize to you, but I will never apologize to my mother.”
“You will apologize to her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, please. She did this to herself.”
“Call me after you apologize to her,” Idera said coldly.
“Wait—”
The call ended abruptly.
Caleb threw his phone onto the couch in frustration. “What nonsense is this woman doing?” he muttered angrily. He exhaled deeply, rubbing his face with both hands. “I am tired. Despite all the gbese I am in, I don’t deserve this. God, why?”
He collapsed onto his knees, his hands clasped together in prayer. “God, I need Your intervention. I know that prayer helps develop a relationship with You. You are my heavenly Father, and I know You want to hear from me and talk to me. I believe that when I pray, You listen. You answer my prayers in the form of thoughts, spiritual feelings, scripture, or even through the actions of other people. God, I know You love me. Your word in 1 John 4:8 says You are love, and I can feel that love as I speak to You. Lord, I seek Your guidance. I know You will answer me. That is what prayer does—it provides answers. Prove Your words in my life, oh Lord.”
The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional hum of a passing vehicle and the distant chatter of neighbors. Caleb sat on the edge of his bed, his heart weighed down with worry. The sudden ringing of his phone startled him, distant voices, a car honking, and footsteps on gravel
Caleb answered, his voice cautious. “Hello?”
The sound that came through the receiver sent chills down his spine. It was his sister, Rejoice, and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Caleb… this is too much for me. I can’t take it!” she wailed. “Ha! This is a big shame. God, why? Why me? It shouldn’t be me, not at this time.”
Caleb gripped the phone tighter, panic creeping into his voice. “Please, calm down. At least talk to me, I beg you.”
“Caleb,” she choked out between heavy sobs, “he’s gone. He’s not in the country anymore. Segun relocated to the United States—with another woman.”
Caleb’s entire body went rigid. “My God!”
“He pushed me here just so I wouldn’t find out his moves,” Rejoice cried, her voice filled with pain and disbelief.
Caleb felt helpless. “Oh my God,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “But why? What have you done to deserve this?”
“I don’t know!” Rejoice wailed. “I gave him everything, Caleb. Everything! And now, he’s just disappeared, leaving me stranded like this.”
Caleb swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Please, take it easy. You need to—”
“No! No, no, no, no!” she interrupted, her voice rising in hysteria. “This is too much for one person to bear.”
SOUND: CALL DISCONNECTION – the abrupt beep signaling the call had ended
“Rejoice?” Caleb called out, staring at his phone screen in shock. “Hello? Hello? Egbon mi? Sister Rejoice!”
His hands trembled. His mind raced. His sister was on the edge, and he had no way of reaching her.
“My God, what is going on?” he muttered under his breath. “I hope she’s not giving room for the devil. God, please take control. What do I do now?”
Taking a deep breath, Caleb decided to send her a message. His fingers moved quickly over the keypad, typing with urgency.
Hello, my dear loving sister. I know this is a challenging time for you, but please don’t give room for the devil and his thoughts. You will come out of this stronger. Suicide is not the solution. I love you, and I will be expecting a call from you—not from anyone speaking on your behalf.
He paused, rereading the message carefully before hitting send.
“God, you see your children, right? You see what we’re going through? Hmmm…” he sighed heavily, leaning back against the wall.
An incoming call vibrated through his phone.
Caleb frowned, glancing at the screen. “Who is this one again?” He groaned in frustration. “What now?” He hesitated before answering. “Oh… Cecilia. What does she want now? I hope this time she’ll be reasonable.”
He took a deep breath and swiped to accept the call. “Hello, Cecilia.”
Cecilia’s voice exploded through the receiver, sharp and demanding. “We need more money. Seventy-five thousand naira for drugs, and it is urgent.”
A heavy silence stretched between them.
“Hello… are you there?” she snapped. “Celeb, are you there? Wetin dey worry you now? You dey mad? You will still not talk?” Her voice rose, thick with irritation. “Okay, you won waste my credit, abi? Anyways, me don tell you wetin dey sup. We need seventy-five K for drugs, and it is urgent. If anything happens to my son, you will regret the day you slept with me. Hello?”
Caleb exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Has the doctor finally told you the exact nature of my son’s sickness?”
Cecilia scoffed. “I will snap and send you the results of the test conducted. You go see am for yourself. I no get time for this useless question.”
A heavy weight settled in Caleb’s chest. The pressure was mounting, suffocating him from all angles. He took a deep breath, his decision firm.
“Okay, this is my final conclusion on this matter,” he said, his voice calm but resolute. “I have called my friend, Doctor Fred. Tell the doctor to refer my son to Doctor Fred’s hospital. Don’t call me until my son gets to his hospital. Have a nice day.”
Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.
The silence that followed felt deafening. Caleb stared at the phone screen, his heart pounding in frustration. He ran a hand over his face and looked upward, as though searching for answers in the empty ceiling above him.
“God, I hope you are listening to me right now,” he muttered. “I know I am not the deepest kind of Christian, but I gotta tell you this—I am getting tired of all these daily struggles.”
As if on cue, his phone rang again. The sight of the caller ID made him sigh in relief.
Idera.
The only sane person around me this period, he thought.
He took a moment, inhaled deeply, and then answered.
“Hello?”
“Young man, how far na?” her voice came through the line, carrying a warmth that momentarily soothed his frayed nerves.
“I am okay,” Caleb responded, though even he didn’t believe his own words.
“Are you sure?” Idera pressed.
“Yes, I am fine,” he repeated, his voice void of conviction.
A brief silence followed before she spoke again. “Wait sef, make I ask you one question.”
“Okay,” he said, resting his head against the back of the bench.
“Why do people think the answer to ‘Are you fine?’ is always ‘I am okay’? That question no be just formality, it is a question that should be answered with the sincerity of heart. So I ask you again, Caleb, from the sincerity of my heart, are you fine?”
Caleb exhaled, rubbing his temple. He hesitated, then countered, “Okay, can I also ask a question?”
“I am with you. Go ahead.”
“Is it really a good idea to always put everything you’re going through on people who sincerely care about you? Like, if you do that too much, don’t you think one day the human nature in them will get tired? Won’t they start keeping some distance from you?”
There was a beat of silence before Idera asked, “Are you trying to counsel me, or are you actually asking a question?”
“I am trying to tell you that I am not really fine,” Caleb admitted. “But I don’t want to bother you with my problems.”
“So who do you want to disturb with your problems?” she asked softly.
Caleb chuckled dryly. “I think I have God, right?”
“You think? Or you do?”
He let out a humorless laugh. “I think I want to leave that to God to answer both of us… if He really wants to answer.”
“Babe, calm down. God gat your back.”
“He better be,” Caleb muttered, “because I feel no patting on my back right now.”
“And what I am saying is not helping?” she asked.
He sighed again. “You are all I got at the moment.”
“Don’t you think it is man God will use?”
Caleb smirked slightly. “So He is using you, my friend.”
“I am not your friend just to occupy space,” she replied, her tone laced with playful reprimand.
“Thank you for allowing God use you,” Caleb murmured sincerely.
A moment passed before Idera spoke again. “Anyways, I have something for you. I want to send you a voice note on WhatsApp. Call me after listening to it.”
“Okay then. I will do that.”
“Alright, I will be expecting your call.”
“Alright.”
The call ended with a soft beep. Caleb stared at his phone, exhaling heavily. The weight on his chest hadn’t lifted, but somehow, knowing that someone truly cared made it just a little bit easier to bear.
Caleb exhaled deeply, staring at his phone screen. A new message notification popped up on WhatsApp. It was from Idera.
“She has even sent it sef,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead before pressing play.
As the voice note played, a familiar voice filled the air.
“Hello ma,” Idera’s voice was calm, but there was an underlying tone of hesitation.
A brief silence followed, then another voice, older and firmer, responded.
“Can you hear me now?”
“Yes, mummy, sorry, the network didn’t let me hear you well,” Idera replied politely.
“Okay, I will ask my question again,” the older woman continued.
“Alright, ma,” Idera said, bracing herself.
“Do you know that I really like you?”
Idera hesitated for a second before responding, “Oh ma, thank you for liking me.”
A small chuckle came from the other end, but it lacked warmth. “Alright, but you are doing something I don’t like.”
Idera shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, ma. I am sorry for making you feel like that, but please, ma, can you tell me what I did so that I won’t repeat such an error again?”
A moment of silence passed before the woman’s voice sharpened.
“You are dragging my son with me.”
Idera’s breath hitched. “Sorry, ma, I didn’t get that very well.”
“You are dragging my son with me,” Mama B repeated, her voice laced with something darker this time.
Idera felt a chill run down her spine. “How, ma?” she asked cautiously.
Mama B’s voice lost all pretense of warmth. “Are you stupid? You still have the guts to ask me how?”
Idera’s fingers tightened around her phone. “Sorry if that got you angry, ma. Please, I am so sorry… but words like that get to me a lot, ma.”
“Oh, so you mean I should respect myself before you disrespect me?”
“No, mummy, I can never say that.”
Mama B scoffed. “So I am deaf, abi?”
“Mummy, no. Please, don’t do this,” Idera pleaded, feeling the conversation slipping into dangerous territory.
“I should not do what?” Mama B challenged.
Idera took a deep breath. “Mummy, please.”
“Oh, I should not be a witch, right?”
Idera closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. “Mummy, you are a child of God, a special daughter of the Most High. You can never be a witch, ma.”
There was a pause, then a bitter chuckle. “You are the reason why my son is not taking care of me.”
Idera blinked in confusion. “How, ma?”
“You are the one he is giving his money to.”
“No, that is not true,” Idera responded quickly, shaking her head even though the woman couldn’t see her.
Mama B’s voice grew even colder. “You are his girlfriend. He said you want to take him away from his mother.”
“Absolutely not, ma.”
“You think I don’t know?” Mama B continued, her voice dripping with accusation. “The money you sent to me the last time, you think I don’t know that it is the money you collected from him by spreading those your stupid tiny legs for him?”
Idera gasped, her entire body tensing. “Excuse me, ma?”
“Do not interrupt me!” Mama B snapped.
“But you are accusing me wrongly, ma,” Idera protested, her voice trembling.
“Let me tell you this for free,” Mama B spat. “Cecilia, his baby mama, get craze pass you, and she met me here first. Where is she now? If you think you can come and take my son all to yourself, first believe in your mind that you will need to kill me first.”
Idera’s heart pounded in her chest.
“You can have him close to you,” Mama B continued, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper, “but never all to yourself. I suffered raising my son. I did all I could to get him an education and train him to be a man. Now that he has money and is living fine, you want to put your stupid flat rotten ass in his life and sit on him? You have me to contend with.”
Idera swallowed hard. “Okay, ma, I get you perfectly. I will communicate with your son and—”
Mama B cut her off. “Them no born you well.”
Idera froze. “Ma?”
“Yes, them no born you well.”
The line went dead.
Idera sat motionless, her phone still pressed against her ear, her hands shaking slightly.
A deep sigh escaped her lips. She had known Caleb’s mother didn’t fully approve of her, but this? This was something else entirely.
She closed her eyes, trying to steady her emotions.
One thing was clear—this battle wasn’t just about love anymore. It was about territory, power, and a mother who wasn’t ready to let go.
And Idera had just been warned.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
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