Previous chapter:
Chapter 3: The return to dust
Next chapter:
Chapter 5: The men who built me
PREVIEW
... aughter from bars and night markets.
From the balcony of a quiet boutique hotel, Sam stood barefoot, the evening breeze carrying the scents of roasted suya and palm wine. Below, the hum of motorcycles echoed faintly, a far cry from the roar of the Spotify Camp Nou.
Inside the room, Kayla lounged on the bed, scrolling her phone with a mischievous smirk.
"Babe," she called, half-laughing, "you might want to see this".
Sam turned, brow raised. "What now?"
She ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























