Salt in her Honey

m shared dreams, whispered prayers, and the struggle of building from noth

ough for two people to stand, but Ella cooked with joy. She made his favorite yam porridge, humming gospel songs

ld mattress, "One day, we'll laugh about all of this. You

r forehead. "Only you b

ell her father's small plot of land to fund his first lo

is success is my succe

t, he stood on stage and called her hi

because of his words, but

sour heart. That night, as they celebrated with wine and music, a small shift began. Tayo's phon

ople," he said, already re

like the steam from the pot still on the stove. She didn't know i