Someday, Maybe

by Onyi Nwabineli

“I... I saw you had the biography of Billie Holiday in your bag yesterday, so I thought maybe you’d like this.”

Aspen thinks she beat me to it, but how could she? She wasn’t the one who slid in his blood. God, it hurts.

“This money is going into one of your accounts, Eve. Which one is up to you—but it’s going into an account. Spend it or leave it to accrue interest, but this is a thing that’s going to happen.”

THANK YOUUUU

“Sadness is not a reason to stop living, my dear.”

“You rise up. It does not mean you have stopped loving him. Your boy, he was polite and I believe he loved you. But, child, is it in this bed you will spend the rest of your life?”

“You miss him. You will always miss him.” Her voice wavers for half a second. “But your life is never completely your own when you have people who love you. I think you know it.”

To Quinn—that is her name—I

Her middle name is Adanne, Igbo for “her mother’s daughter.”

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”