Love in Pieces.

AKOSUA’S P.O.V:

By the time Akosua arrived at The Haven, the rain had started. It was not heavy, but it was not a drizzle either. It was just enough to leave the roads slick and the air thick with the smell of wet earth, exhaust fumes and the sea somewhere beyond the city.

She barely noticed. She had spent the drive from the airport making calls.

Ama, her Chief Operating Officer.

Adjoa, the night supervisor, who was meant to be off.

The nurse who worked with them on emergency cases.

Auntie Esi, who had brought the girls.

Then Ama again, because the first answer had not been sufficient.

By the time the car turned into the compound, Akosua knew six things.

The girls were sisters.

The older one was called Abena.

The younger one was called Efua.

Their mother had died three years earlier.

They had been living with an uncle in Kasoa.

Something had happened in that house. Neither girl had agreed to say exactly what. And Auntie Esi, their mother’s former neighbour, had brought them to The Haven because she believed returning them would put them in danger.

That was enough.

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