The following day, tension hung over the house like a dark cloud.
I could see the worry in Precious's eyes.
"Kenty hasn't slept," she whispered.
Neither had her father.
Late that evening, Kenty finally spoke to us.
"There's something else," she said.
We gathered in the sitting room.
The room felt heavy with anticipation.
"Sonko wants information about our family's past wealth," she admitted.
Her father's face turned pale with anger.
"He wants to steal from us?"
"He thinks we still have hidden money."
Her father slammed his fist on the table.
"That boy has lost his mind."
But Kenty shook her head.
"You don't understand."
"What don't I understand?"
She looked directly at him.
"He already told the criminals where we live."
A cold silence spread through the room.
For the first time, fear appeared in her father's eyes.