The slippers she wore out were not the ones she wore back.
And there was blood under her left thumb.
Not fresh blood.
Old blood.
I asked her where she went.
She looked at me for like five seconds before smiling.
“Why you dey ask like police?”
The first time my sister went missing, she came back after two days like nothing happened.
My mother beat her.
My father didn’t talk to her for one week.
But me?
I noticed something nobody else noticed.
@john322226 The first time my sister went missing, she came back after two days like nothing happened.
My mother beat her.
My father didn’t talk to her for one week.
But me?
I noticed something nobody else noticed.