THE WOMAN WHO CHOSE HERSELF
"The Call She Didn’t Expect"
The next morning, Amara was folding the few clothes she had when her phone, forgotten at the bottom of her bag, vibrated sharply.
She stared at it for a long time.
The calls from yesterday, the cruel messages, the pressure to forgive Chuka — they had all made her fear that little device.
But something told her to check this one.
When she unlocked it, she didn’t see a message from her parents.
Or Chuka.
Or any judgmental relative.
It was a message from an old friend she hadn’t spoken to in years.
Isioma.
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"Heard what happened. No judgment. No pressure. Just love.
If you need a place to stay for a while, my home is open."
Amara’s breath caught.
She reread the message three times to be sure she wasn’t imagining it.
For the first time in days, she felt something warm bubble inside her — gratitude.
Not everyone had turned their backs on her.
Not everyone thought she was crazy or cursed.
Someone, somewhere, still saw her humanity.
Without thinking twice, Amara typed back:
"Thank you. I would like that very much."
Ten minutes later, she was packed and checking out of the guesthouse.
The rain had stopped, and the air smelled fresh, like something new was about to begin.
As she climbed into a cab heading toward Isioma’s address, Amara closed her eyes and whispered a small prayer:
"Thank you for second chances. Thank you for real friends. Thank you for not letting me stay broken."
The journey ahead was still long.
She knew healing wouldn’t happen overnight.
But at least now, she wasn’t alone anymore.
And sometimes, a single hand reaching out in love was all a person needed to keep moving.