They say some girls never make it home. But Jojo did. After surviving the streets of Italy, she returns to Aba with nothing but a ghost at her side and scars no one wants to see. Her mother calls her shame. The neighbors call her ashawo. And the priest says only prayer can save her. But Jojo is not looking for salvation. She is looking for Irene. For Nneka. For herself. Even Hell Can Wait is a deeply emotional novel about queer love, broken faith, and the soft things we hold on to after the fire. This is for the girls who never got to scream. The ones who still remember the names of their ghosts.