The safe bubble I had put myself in burst open, baring me to the harsh reality that I had been so blind to.
I had been so blinded by my emotions and feelings that I had failed to see what Emmanuel had been telling me, and what a part of me had hoped wouldn't come true.
Two days before I was to get on a plane to Lagos, Tobi called me.
I thought his reason for calling was to wish me a safe trip and check if I have packed everything I need properly.
I was severely mistaken.
"Hey, You don't have to ask, I'm ninety-five percent done with packing, you'll be seeing me in Lagos this week!" I said cheerfully.
His response did not match my excitement at all.
The way he spoke to me drove me to remember the last two times he had crushed my heart under the sole of his shoes like it was a turd. Worthless.
"I need to talk to you about something. It's important," He said, sounding distant and cold.
