A few hours later, in her grandmother’s living room, she wiped the tears that ran down her face, with the back of her left hand. With her right, she picked up the piece of paper on her laps and continued reading. The way he asked me how you were, anytime I came back home, from a visit to you, told me more than you ever wanted to. You may never have talked about it, but I knew he was the one. A teardrop fell on the paper. Trust me, my darling. It will be alright. Your father… She stopped reading, as memories of a night, five years ago, came rushing in. “How could you have been so stupid, Bunmi?” “Daddy, I…” She put her face in her hands and started crying. “Niyi, calm down, please.” “Calm down, Sade?” He spread his arms upwards and shook his head. “Calm down, she says!” He spun around to face her. “Where were you when your daughter was sleeping around?” Bunmi raised her head and gasped. Niyi looked at her and nodded continuously. “Yes, you must have been. Why else d