She simply treated me with dignity.
For the first time in a long while, I left a medical appointment feeling respected.
That evening, Kelly came to Amaka’s house.
Amaka refused to let him enter without my permission.
“Ella will decide whether she wants to speak to you,” she told him.
I stood behind her, listening.
“Please,” Kelly said. “I just need five minutes.”
I thought about refusing.
Then I decided I was ready to hear what he had to say, provided we spoke where I felt safe.
I agreed to meet him in the sitting room with Amaka nearby.
He looked exhausted.
His eyes were red, and his shirt was creased.
“Ella,” he began, “I know you don’t want to hear anything from me.”
I said nothing.
He sat down.
“I have been thinking about everything that happened. I was wrong to betray you. I was wrong to hit you. I was wrong to hide the debts and use our money without telling you.”
