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.

head, momentarily stunned, before

"I've been to Africa."

across her face, but she quickly regained her composure,

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

"I'm not lying."

her chin up.

Morocco? Or perhaps

stared at her steadily, my voice unwavering: "The

The air froze.

"

someone repeated hesitantly, doubt thick in

had too much to drink," another laughed, "making up stuff

inside me flared even

one there-there were

Journalists, peacekeepers, aid workers...

they not "normal people"

the table, speaking

only have I been there, but I lived

visited Ebola treatment centers,

"I was even shot."

over the

staring at me in

my gaze on Sara as my

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

narrowed my eyes, lips curling into

lying isn't good. It's so easy to

turned

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