Chief Okafor tried to speak, but the apology broke inside him before it became whole. Years of cowardice sat visibly on his shoulders: the divorce, the abandonment, the way he had preferred easier children over deeper ones because brilliance frightened him when it came too close.
“I know you are dying,” Ada said.
His mouth trembled. “I was wrong.”
“Yes,” she said. “You were.”
He lowered his eyes.
“I should let you keep the consequence,” she went on. “But my mother asked me not to become the kind of person who uses death to win arguments.”
She took out the leather needle case.
The room held its breath.
Five needles this time. Two minutes. A faint shudder through his body. Then breath, fuller. Color returning. Doctors rushing forward. More impossibility, now routine wherever Ada stood.
Chief Okafor wept harder after being healed than before.
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