Chief Inspector Yemi Adedeji sat in her office, wishing that the time would go faster. She resisted the temptation to look at her watch again and forced herself to think about other things. Like what she would do with her husband after work.

At the thought of him, she sighed with longing. Anyone who didn't know her would think that she was in the throes of teenage love; little would the person know that she had been married for thirteen years. She smiled at that; she was lucky, she mused, not many people got to marry their first love. But theirs had been a love affair that had spanned the duration of their teenage years and finally when she was twenty-two and he was twenty-six, they'd gotten married.

Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation and took a glance at her watch; 1.50pm. Ten more minutes and she would be out of the drab office and on her way home, to her source of joy.

Her phone beeped, she picked it up, and read the message. It was her sister Bola. She had informed her that she had gone home to prepare their dinner. Yemi had not bothered to inform her that she and Mike would not eat at home that night. Let her suffer a bit, she thought as memories of what her sister had done to her filled her with barely contained hate. She fought the memories, fighting for control, trying not to let her past ruin her present mood. But she was as helpless as a goat being led to the slaughter; like an ant being crushed by a boulder, she was crushed by the weight of the painful memories that made her fight for her breath.

Instantly she was flung back eight years ago, to the day her elder sister, Bola had shown her that family could be evil too; Bola had shown her that it took more than blood relations for people to be family.

She and Mike had been a successful couple; and although she was a policewoman and he a businessman at Alaba International Market, their marriage never suffered because of her absence. Mike was a very understanding man, he took care of the house whenever he was chanced and he never saw it as odd. Especially when she was pregnant.

At this juncture, she tried to come back, to block out the events that followed; she knew that if she went down the road her thoughts directed her to, she probably might be in a sour mood for her date with her husband. But like a terrifying horror movie, she found out that she was unable to stop her mind from dredging up the worst period of her life; she felt like she was strapped to a chair and was forced to watch her life being
played in front of her. And try as she might, she was unable to move or in the least close her eyes.

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