I closed my eyes, but tears still forced their way past my eyelids. Moomi sighed. “I have been good to you, I beg you in the name of God. Yejide, have mercy on me. Have mercy on me.” She held me then, pulled me into her arms and muttered words of comfort. Her embrace held no warmth. Her words sat in my stomach, cold and hard, where a baby should have been.
