His words tumbled out fast, a mix of fear and anger. "We wanted you to have time to grieve before we started working something out. And all this time… all these weeks… you were planning this suicide mission—" he pointed sharply again "—behind our backs?"
Nnenna's eyes glistened. Her hands trembled, but her voice didn't falter. "You don't understand. I need this. I can't move on with my life if I don't do this. Even if it means I die, I don't care. I'm already… I feel so empty." Her voice broke into a whisper. "I just need to avenge him. Please. Just let me do this. If I die, then I die."
The words struck Carl harder than a blade. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, unable to process what she had just said.
He had thought, no, he had believed, that giving her space these past two months was helping her heal. That silence meant recovery. That her distance was just her way of grieving.
