Chapter 29

Someone immediately burst into laughter.

"Does she look like the type?

"Come on, Africa? She probably rarely even leaves her province!"

Even Jackson smirked faintly, shaking his head in disdain.

Sara squinted her eyes, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

"Exactly, I asked the wrong person!

"I should've asked her which local market sells the cheapest vegetables or which brand of toilet cleaner works best!"

The table erupted in laughter again.

She, smug as ever, turned away and launched into another topic.

I slowly clenched my fists.

Something inside me was burning.

I thought, I must be drunk.

Otherwise, why would such a childish provocation anger me?

"I've been there."

My voice was calm but firm, cutting through the noise at the table.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

her head, momentarily stunned, before sneering,

"I've been to Africa."

flicker of surprise flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her

so pretentious. If you haven't been, just say so! Lying will only

"I'm not lying."

arms, tilting her chin up. "Then

Or perhaps

her steadily, my voice unwavering: "The Democratic

The air froze.

"

someone repeated hesitantly, doubt thick in their

another laughed, "making up

inside me flared

only one there-there

Journalists, peacekeepers, aid workers...

they not "normal people"

the table, speaking slowly

only have I been there, but I lived there for an

visited Ebola treatment centers, distributed relief supplies with UN

"I was even shot."

over

eyes widened, staring at me in

gaze on Sara as my tone

Mediterranean-they prefer tropical waters. The Camino de Santiago doesn't start in Portugal; it stretches from France to Spain. And as for

narrowed my eyes, lips

lying isn't good. It's

face turned ghostly

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