Morning came with soft light streaming through the curtains. For the first time in weeks, Splendour woke up without tears or fear clinging to her chest. The night had been quiet no dreams, no whispers, no strange presence. Just peace.
Enisa smiled when she saw her friend sitting by the window with her Bible open.
"How was your night?" she asked gently.
Splendour looked up, her eyes brighter. "Peaceful. Completely peaceful."
"Thank God," Enisa whispered, walking closer. "We won this battle."
They prayed together again, short and heartfelt. It felt different now — lighter. The heavy air around Splendour was gone. For the first time, she didn't feel chained to her past.
From that day, life began to feel normal again.
She went to lectures, laughed with her classmates, and even joined Enisa at the library most evenings. Her laughter returned genuine, soft, and alive.
And Alfred… he never stopped being there.
Every call, every message, every little encouragement came at the right time like he could sense whenever her heart needed strength