But it seemed each passing day was determined to prove that there were always new depths to human deception.
The crowd stirred, whispers spreading like wildfire. Some looked doubtful, others curious, and a few outright hostile.
Nnenna, standing a bit farther away, listened carefully to the entire exchange, her mind racing. What?
She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. 'This entire mess… was because of me?'
She had picked this spot randomly, assuming that since it was a market, it didn't belong to any particular person but was government owned, free for vendors to set up their stalls, even if just temporarily. She never imagined it was private property.
A strange warmth filled her chest as she realized something else. Despite all this, the old man hadn't mentioned her at all. He was shielding her, protecting a girl he barely knew.