Charles POV

The drive from Abuja to Lagos was a fucking chore. The damn trip takes exactly eleven to twelve hours to travel. And to make matters worse, I was the one on the steering wheel.

On the upside, the trip had felt airy. My mind had been occupied with events of the past and it completely distracted me. I couldn't stop thinking about Annabelle, the contract, my mother.... 

The thought of my mother made my heart clench painfully.

If I had called home to announce my arrival, the woman would have forced me to take a flight. In a way, I knew she was doing that to try...