The Tattoo
CHAPTER ELEVEN ECHOES OF YESTERDAY "Ujunwa, I think you should go home and rest," Ijeego said as she adjusted the blanket over her husband. She had barely looked at Uju since morning, only stealing occasional glances when she thought she wasn’t watching. "Mummy, I can stay," Uju protested. "No, nwam. You barely got any sleep last night. Biko, go home, freshen up, eat well, and rest. I’ll take care of your father." Uju hesitated. A part of her didn’t want to leave—not just because of her father, but because she didn’t know how she felt about returning home alone. The house was filled with too many ghosts, too many memories she wasn’t ready to face. But her mother was already focused on adjusting her father’s drip stand, signaling the end of the conversation. "Odimma," she murmured reluctantly, picking up the car keys. As she stepped out of the ward, the first thing she did was pull out her phone and dial Kasie. "Mummy!" Kasie’s voice ra...