Every face at the summit looked different now.
Friendly smiles felt less genuine. Polite conversations seemed to carry hidden meanings. Even the laughter echoing through the dining hall made me wonder what people were really thinking.
I sat at breakfast the next morning, stirring my tea while watching the delegates greet one another.
Someone was watching me.
I could feel it.
The only question was who.
Zara sat across from me and slid a plate of fruit toward me.
"You look like you didn't sleep at all. Everything okay?"
"Just jet lag," I replied, forcing a smile.
She studied me for a moment before returning to her breakfast.
I watched her carefully.
Could it be Zara?
She had been the first person to approach me, the first to praise my work, and the first to offer advice when I fe
