Ababio dreaded the trip from Kumasi to Accra. He had tried his best to circumvent his boss so he wouldn’t attend the conference, but nosey Nana Yaa had thwarted his plans.

As they passed through Nsawam, he clenched his fists and started gnashing his teeth. They were nearly there; that spot near the town square where he smashed his car and got his fiancée killed. If only he didn’t have a photographic memory.

He could still see her mangled body being pulled out of the wreck.

Tearfully, he asked the driver to stop there so he could pay his respects.

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