Ifediba loved fiercely, reluctantly, and without grace, when she realized she loved Aderemi, she fought it like a sickness, she picked fights. He stood his ground. "You won't change me," she snapped one night.
"I'm not trying to," he said. "But love tends to rearrange furniture." She laughed despite herself. Slowly-so slowly-it happened.
Apologies replaced insults. Silence replaced shouting. One day, she held his hand first.
And when she did, she knew.