Agbara's Baby | A Short Story | Part 3
Ty groaned as he rolled over in bed, the pounding in his head like a sledgehammer against his skull. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there. His throat burned with bile, and he barely made it to the toilet before vomiting violently. The cool porcelain rim pressed against his forehead as he knelt, panting and weak. “What the hell…” he muttered, voice raw. His bungalow, nestled in a quiet Midtown…















