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Chapter 38
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The days leading up to Afrah's return to Kano were a blur. She didn't remember most of it. Just bits and pieces which didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.
They left Abuja two days after she had received the message. Her father insisted that the entire family would go, so they had to wait for his schedule to clear up. He understood that Afrah was hurting, and she needed her family at a time like that.
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