Either way, my fate was sealed. If I left at that moment, his family’s suspicions would be confirmed, and if I stayed, I was surely going to fall during the exorcism. Cold water triggered my seizures. He didn’t know I had seizures; I was his nubile bride-to-be who would bear him healthy sons. We had come for a deliverance session before the wedding. It was the final test of spiritual fitness. I decided to leave when the hymns stopped. I was a second too late, as I felt odd wetness and the familiar blackout. Love had eluded me yet again.