That night Nalubamba could not sleep.
She lay awake listening to the wind moving through the grass.
Finally, she stood and walked outside.
The moon was bright above the village.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone.
She called her husband.
"Mwiya," she said quietly when he answered.
"Yes, my wife?"
"There is something wrong here."
"What do you mean?"
Nalubamba hesitated.
Then she told him everything.
The silence on the other side of the phone lasted a long time.
Finally, Mwiya spoke.
"She is our relative," he said slowly.
"She would not do such things."
Nalubamba felt tears in her eyes.
"But she is," she whispered.
The call ended with uncertainty hanging between them.
And far away in Lusaka, Mwiya stared at the darkness outside his window.
For the first time since leaving home…
He began to feel uneasy.