Chapter Eleven: The Double Rejection

“Our Aunty, good afternoon,” Bashir forced himself to say, standing before Amatu. She looked up with the intention of launching a furious tirade, but seeing that he was clean-cut and well-mannered, she paused and fell silent, pointedly not answering his greeting. He noticed her reaction but showed no distress.

He began to speak, his eyes earnest. “I know you saw my messages, as there were more than one, but I can't find an answer. It’s not even just that. Amatu, I have seriously tried but failed to find the reason why. . .