Her manager, Kunle, was known to be strict and cold.
“Delivery must reach the customer in 25 minutes max. One late delivery and you’re gone.”
Today’s delivery was prepaid, fragile, and urgent. The kind of package you do not mess up.
So when Adana started her ride that morning, she was focused, determined to be on time.
But fate had other plans.
Back to the present.
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and tension.
Adana burst through the glass doors, dragging the old man with her.
A nurse gasped and rushed forward.
“What happened?”
“Accident. A taxi hit him. He’s not responding.”
“Wheelchair, quick!”
Within seconds, doctors surrounded the old man and wheeled him into the emergency room.
“Are you his relative?” a nurse asked.
“No,” Adana said breathlessly. “I found him on the road.”
