For several seconds, he did not move.
He looked up the road.
Empty.
He looked down the road.
Empty.
He looked at his plastic bag, thin, old, carrying everything he had left in the world.
Then he looked at the cash again.
A thought entered his mind with perfect clarity.
This is enough.
Enough for food.
Enough for a room.
Enough for clothes.
Enough to call Amaka and say, “Bring Chisom. I can stand again.”
Enough to restart.
Enough to buy two motorcycles, then a van, maybe the correct order this time.
Enough to stop being a man people looked through.
Enough to become visible again.
He crouched beside the split bag.
The money was real.
He touched one bundle with two fingers, then pulled his hand back as if it were hot.
His mind began calculating before his conscience could speak.
Four bags.
Empty road.
No witnesses.
No name.
No owner.
No police station nearby.
No guarantee anyone would believe him if he reported it.
No guarantee someone powerful would not accuse him anyway.
No guarantee that honesty would feed him tonight.
He thought about forty naira.
He thought about the last call with Chisom.
“When am I coming to see you, Daddy?”
He had laughed softly and said, “Soon.”
But soon had become one of those words poor people use when truth would hurt a child too much.
He thought about Amaka’s hands on the table.
He thought about his mother’s Bible in his plastic bag.
He thought about his old vans.
He thought about the van being towed away.
He thought about the order he had gotten wrong.
Then he heard a sound from the bush ten meters to his right.
Small.
Strained.
Human.
Everything that happened after that came down to that sound.
And what he did when he heard it.
Tobenna stood slowly.
He looked once more at the bags.
Then he left them where they were and walked toward the sound.
The grass was high enough to scratch his arms. Dry stalks broke under his feet. Flies lifted and settled again. For a moment, he saw nothing.
Then he saw her.
A woman half-hidden by the grass, lying on her side with one arm stretched forward.
She had been trying to crawl toward the road.
She had run out of strength.
