Episode 1 — The Call You Shouldn’t Have Answered

The phone rang at 10:47 p.m.

Tobi stared at it for a few seconds, confused. He knew the number, he’d deleted it years ago, but some names never really leave your memory. The screen didn’t say Amaka, but his chest did.

For a moment, he froze. The room was dimly lit, laptop still open to a half-finished design project. Lagos outside was humming, generators, distant horns, the city that never lets you feel too calm.

He exhaled.
Then answered.

“Hello?”

A silence. Then that voice, soft, deliberate, familiar.

“Tobi…”

Just one word. But it hit like a memory you didn’t know was still alive.

He sat back. “Amaka.”

The name left his lips the way pain leaves a wound, slow, reluctant, but inevitable.

“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” she said.

“I shouldn’t have.”

A small laugh followed, the kind she used to give when she wanted to melt his anger. And it worked, as usual.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” she said.

Tobi leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Three years, Amaka. You disappear without a word, block me everywhere, and tonight, just like that, you want to hear my voice?”

He heard her sigh. That same breathy exhale that once lived on his pillow.

“I know. I deserve the anger. But I didn’t call for that.”

“Then why did you call?”

Another pause. Then her words came out like a confession.

“Because I’m getting married next month… and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The room suddenly felt smaller. His breath caught halfway.

“Married?”

“Yes. But,” she stammered, “I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. You were the only person who ever loved me without asking for anything. And it’s crazy, but… I needed to hear that voice again. Just once.”

Tobi laughed, not from joy, but disbelief.
He had loved her in ways his bank account couldn’t afford. She had left him in ways his heart couldn’t explain.

And now, here she was, echoing.

“Amaka,” he said quietly, “you don’t get to call me because your conscience wants a conversation.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just needed closure.”

“No. You needed reassurance, that the man you left still cares. But I stopped being your echo a long time ago.”

Silence again. Only this time, it was hers.

He could hear her breathing, soft, shaky, real. That’s when he realized… he still felt it too. The ache. The echo.

“Goodbye, Amaka.”

He dropped the call before she could reply.

But the thing about echoes, they don’t die when the sound stops. They linger.

And as he stared at his screen, Tobi knew this wasn’t over.

Some calls don’t end.
They reopen.

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When Amaka’s fiancé discovers the late-night call, her world begins to crumble — and Tobi finds himself pulled back into a love story he swore was dead.