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"Darkness doesn't always hide. Sometimes, it blinds."
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Emmanuella Orinomwen Ignenedion. Meticulous. Pristine. Disciplined. Clean. A wonderful assistant pastor to my father's mega-church. That is the script I feed to the world. To my parents, I am the perfect, submissive daughter.
But that is only what they are permitted to see. They have never heard the screams silenced by the fire. Or the nightmares' golden promise of unyielding terror. For a long time, I preferred it that way. I buried my survival inside a tight-knit bubble of schedules.
Out of sight, out of mind.
But my clockwork existence shattered the moment Mary forced her way into my orbit. Unpredictable. Uninvited. An eye that saw what no one else had seen. And she made me see too.
Darkness. Gross darkness that fueled my father's church. A rotting ledger of hidden cash, stolen lives, and an ancient malice hiding right beneath our pristine marble floors. With her, I realized:
Words can be as thick as knives.
Smiles as thin as paper.
And blood can ripple as cold as deep water.
Holiness or piety is not by mere words or appearance.
Because I know, now better than anyone, that anything can be faked.
As even the devil masquerades as an angel of light.
I spent my life blind to the abyss in my own home. This is the story of how I stopped pretending.
Note: mentions of some triggering content in this book