He was out the door before the sound had finished.

Chapter 15 — On the Floor

He found her unconscious on her bedroom floor.

Back to the hospital, then — Emeka in the hallway again while doctors worked to stabilize a severe neutropenic infection, that antiseptic smell around his throat again, four years collapsing into one long corridor.

When Ifeoma woke at dawn, her scarf had slipped, exposing the patchy, thinning hair beneath, and she turned her face fast to the wall.

“Don’t look at me.”