C8 WHEN HOME STOPS FEELING LIKE HOME

The Lawson mansion in Lagos had always been Amara’s sanctuary, clean lines, soft lighting, quiet elegance. It was the one place she controlled entirely, the place that reflected her mind: organized, visionary, safe.

But when she walked back into the house three days after the wedding, suitcase in hand, something felt…off. Too quiet.Too hollow.Too unfamiliar