Nnenna froze for a second.
Aunty? Uncle? Her mind raced. Wait, are we related?
No. That couldn't be it. It didn't add up. She quickly reasoned it must be because Somto was close to Arthur's family.
That kind of closeness could easily lead to calling elders 'aunt' and 'uncle' out of respect. Still, the label made her chest tighten a little. She bowed politely. "Good morning," she said softly.
As she spoke, the man and woman seated at the table were studying her carefully. Their eyes lingered longer than necessary, especially the woman's. A trace of surprise flickered across both their faces.
Somto had told them she was special, but even with that warning, seeing her in person left a visible impact.
She's really... the woman thought, stunned for a moment before exchanging a glance with her husband. There was no mistaking it now.
Somto was right.
She was her.
The woman's eyes softened as she stared at Nnenna, a nostalgic warmth flickering in them.
