CHAPTER 75: A Ray of Hope

CHAPTER 75: A Ray of Hope

The week had passed in a whirlwind, each day blurring into the next. For Major Abdullahi, grief was a silent companion as he made the journey to England to recover Adekunle and Hafsat and move to Nigeria then next for the burial. The ceremony was brief but heartfelt, the kind of farewell one could only hope for when words failed to capture the magnitude of loss. With heavy shoulders, he boarded another plane, this time heading to the U.S., where another battle awaited him—Hamza’s.

The sterile scent of the hospital greeted him as he arrived. Outside the main entrance, Silva, a steadfast ally, waited.

“Good day, sir,” Silva greeted, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

“Ah, Silva, drop the formalities,” Major Abdullahi said, clasping his hand tightly. “I came to thank you for all you’ve done these past weeks. I owe you more than I can say.”