Simon finally understood.

Boris had come back.

Not as a man.

But as vengeance itself.

Panic consumed him entirely.

By late afternoon he ran wildly through crowded streets screaming for help.

People stared in horror as deep lash marks appeared across his back without anyone touching him.

Invisible blows struck him repeatedly.

Blood soaked through his shirt.

“It’s Boris!” Simon screamed hysterically. “He’s here!”

Cars nearly hit him as he stumbled through traffic.

Children cried.

Shopkeepers slammed doors shut.

Fear spread through the entire city.

Running to the Mother

Eventually Simon realized there was only one person who could stop the nightmare.

Mama Kafui.

Bleeding and terrified, he ran toward her villa just before sunset.

When Kafui opened the gate, Simon collapsed at her feet sobbing uncontrollably.

“Please!” he cried. “Make him stop!”

Kafui stared down at him silently.

For the first time, Simon looked truly broken.

“Tell me the truth,” she said coldly.

And finally…

he confessed everything.