Msizi moved closer to Zelu, pressing the warmth of his body against her side. Her shoulders hunched as she sobbed. “I don’t want it to be over.” She coughed, the shudder of it shaking the snow from her coat. “What am I without my father?” For the past two weeks, Zelu had avoided thinking about this moment as much as she could. Chinyere and Arinze had taken the helm arranging things. “Just show up” was all Chinyere had told her to do. Now Zelu wasn’t even sure she could do that. “You are of him,” Msizi whispered softly into her hair. “You literally can’t be without him.” Another sob racked her
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