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........................ Author’s POV ........................ .......... Alafia .......... Gyda and I were seated next to each other, our shoulders almost touching. The air was thick with tension, a heavy cloak of uncertainty hanging over us and she whispered, “Thank God, " her voice barely audible amidst the chaos that had consumed my life as I shared the news that my mother was okay. It was a small relief, a flickering flame of hope amidst the raging storm, and at that moment, I was grateful for Gyda’s presence by my side. I turned toward her and thanked her for being here with me, and her response was swift, dismissing my gratitude with a wave of her hand and a gentle smile. But I wasn't done. I owed her more than a mere thank-you. She had asked me to call her back about Lex and