CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Another Friday had come and nothing had changed, Ezekiel still didn't have anything but the assumption he had come up with. He stood again at Junmi's grave with his hands in his pockets,

“I wish I could do better than this. All I do every time is to come stand by your grave, talking to you about my speculations. Even if Seun was really guilty, how do I prove that? Only you saw what really happened. I wish you could talk back... I wish you could come back.” He pulled his breath and looked up to the faintly orange coloured sky. “I think it's time to leave again.”

After saying a couple of prayers, he dropped the hibiscus by her grave and turned to leave. He walked past Jimmy's grave, Mrs. Akande hadn't returned there since he last saw her. Was she avoiding him?

Maybe.

Gently striding out of the cemetery and allowing the evening breeze hit him, he noticed a stature standing by his car as he got closer. It looked like it was…

“Mrs. Akande?”