Jessica’s sitting room was too small for what I was about to do. But that felt right.

When I'd told her about my plans to use her place, she simply asked: “would that make it easier for you?”

When I nodded, she nodded back.

On Saturday at 2pm, they came. Mom walked in first. She brought puff-puff in a nylon bag, like she was coming to beg God for something. I nearly laughed at the absurdity of it.

Then Aunty Folake and Aunty Bose came in next, with Bibles on their laps.

My brother, Tunde, came in after them, looking at his phone to avoid looking at me.

And last,...