🌧 The Wounded Helper

The hall was quiet. At the back of the church sat a young woman named Amaka, staring at the floor. She wasn’t crying—not anymore. Her tears had run dry long ago. For years, Amaka had been the one everyone ran…

The hall was quiet. At the back of the church sat a young woman named Amaka, staring at the floor. She wasn’t crying—not anymore. Her tears had run dry long ago. For years, Amaka had been the one everyone ran…