When she was thirteen, when she'd done something bad and she and her sister were being questioned, her mother would stare at them for a long time, as if she was reading their soul then she'd point two fingers at Val, a cigarette stick between them and say, "Valentina the way your body is doing ... I just know you're lying. You forgot to turn off the gas, didn't you? I know your handwork." And now she was trying to keep her face as naturally neutral as possible while Adeola has shed that equable air, leaving something icy and smooth.
Swift fingers swiped off Folu's messages. Even as her heart raced, she remained calm. Panicking would not help now.
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