"Goodbye, Mom," Somto said, his voice quiet but final. He didn't look back. His heart was heavy, but his feet did not falter.
Nnenna glanced between him and Queen Chioma, her chest tight. She didn't hear their conversation, but she knew something had happened, something serious. The atmosphere between them was thick, tense… cold. But now wasn't the time to ask.
Instead, she turned toward the rest of the family waiting at the garage. She took a breath, squared her shoulders, and smiled.
Obinna was the first to step forward, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. But when he looked at her, there was a faint warmth in his eyes.
"Don't cause too much trouble out there," he muttered, but his tone lacked the usual harshness. "And… take care of him, alright? He's annoying, but he's our brother."
