CHAPTER TWELVE

It was a very tough time for everyone. Jimmy's death may have lasted only a month, but did it really take a month for a mother to forget her dead child?

Samuel was still in a coma, spending every next day lying in the same bed, being bathed and cleaned all the time.

"When Samuel?!" Mrs. Akande weeped as she rubbed a warm damp towel on his arm.

Having to bath her son again as an adult was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. Memories of when she bathed him as a child flashed in her mind constantly, making her weep even more. Samuel was no longer a child, but he still needed to be bathed by her everyday. It was all so sad for her.

Shola who had submitted a resignation letter at their office had the letter returned to her, offering her a larger pay than before.

Like Shola ever needed their money.