Charles POV
The drive from Abuja to Lagos was a fucking chore. The damn trip takes exactly eleven to twelve hours to travel. And to make matters worse, I was the one on the steering wheel.
On the upside, the trip had felt airy. My mind had been occupied with events of the past and it completely distracted me. I couldn't stop thinking about Annabelle, the contract, my mother....
The thought of my mother made my heart clench painfully.
If I had called home to announce my arrival, the woman would have forced me to take a flight. In a way, I knew she was doing that to try and make up for the fact that she wasn't there for me when I needed her.
Except for the fact that she birthed me, we had nothing in common. No relationship whatsoever. There was a time I doubted she was my mother. It wasn't until I stole a lock of her hair and got it tested with my blood to confirm generics, did I believe she birthed me.
Crazy right?
