Bernard looked up at the stairs, wondering if he should just go up there to check on Marissa or if he should hold on for Mama to come out first.

Esther had informed him that Aunty was upstairs and had not come downstairs since the morning before she went to help him call Grandma, who had sent words that she would be out in minutes.

“Just go up there and stop being a ninny with the excuse of waiting for her grandma.” His subconscious was impatient with him.

“Okoo mi, Joo ma binu. Marissa’s grandmother entered, putting a stop to his contemplation.

“Good evening, ma,” Bernard greeted, making a move...