The unlikely heiress

The morning sun lazily stretched over the dusty streets of Borno filtering through cracked windows and worn out curtains. In a small room no larger than a classroom corner, Favy perched on the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the envelope in her hands. Her name was scrawled across it in bold, elegant ink far too fancy for someone like her. Favy Adama. She flipped it over for what felt like the hundredth time. No sender's name. No hints. Just a heavy seal that seemed to whisper of significance and maybe even danger. Maybe it's a mistake, she murmured, though a part of her deep down refused to accept that. Surprises weren't something Favy was accustomed to—especially not the good kind. Life had taught her to brace for struggle. Ever since her parents had passed away, she had lived a quiet life, putting in long hours at a small bookstore just to get by. Dreams? She had buried those long ago. But today felt different. Taking a deep breath, she finally broke the seal.