A Reason To Fall Sneak Peek! Prologue
Footsteps clop down the path, heralding an army marching through the streets of downtown Belize City.
Instead of swords or guns, they carry candles. Orange light flickers from their hands, reflections of their hope and spirit.
The wind picks up.
Their candles dance.
I grip my microphone in my hands. This is my sword, my gun.
Sweat makes my palms slick. I clamp my fingers harder and bring the microphone to my lips. The cameraman waves at me. I nod my understanding.
We’re live in five.
The wind tugs at my black bomber jacket and straight hair. It was raining earlier, but it calmed just in time for the recording.
The sky is still cloudy. There are no stars. An eerie stillness fills the air, a sharp contrast to the protests echoing in the distance
