22/11/2025
As I removed my cl0thes, my wife looked at me and screamed, but refused to tell me what she saw on my b0dy.
I couldn't get my mind off it.
I mean, why would she scream at such a moment?
So many questions were on my mind.
I didn’t leave that room even after her mouth closed; it just stayed in the air between us, vibrating through the night, turning everything heavy and strange. We didn’t argue, we didn’t touch, we didn’t even sleep properly.
We just stayed awake on opposite sides of the bed, listening to our own breathing like two strangers trapped in the same darkness… and that was how morning met us : inside that same quiet tension that didn’t allow full breaths.
Morning met us in that same strange silence, the kind that doesn’t even allow you breathe well because you know one small word can scatter everything, and I just sat there watching Chinonye tie and retie her wrapper like someone delaying a truth that is already burning her inside.
I asked her again, calm but firm, because the thing she had been hiding since last night was hanging between us like smoke, and this time she swallowed hard before saying she thought she saw something on my back, something like one old scar that looked familiar to her…
I didn’t believe that explanation because ordinary scar cannot make a grown woman cry the way she cried two nights in a row, so the whole thing kept turning inside my mind while I dressed up and drove out to meet Dr Jide, hoping he would clear the confusion if there was any childhood surgery I forgot, but the moment I mentioned “scar,” the man shifted in his chair and pretended to be looking for one file on his computer even though it was obvious he was avoiding the question.
He said he needed to check an old record first, that he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, and that kind of answer made my heart beat in a way I didn’t like at all because what exactly was there to confirm when I only asked if I had any surgery as a child.
The drive back home fe
