Chapter 22
The air at Yaad Vybez thrummed with the bass of reggae music, and the aroma of jerk chicken and plantains filled the room, a heady mix of spice and warmth. Nia, ever the social butterfly, was already chatting up Miss Ivy, the owner, a woman with a booming laugh and a warm, knowing smile. Zara, though initially hesitant, found herself drawn into the lively, familial atmosphere. They ordered plates piled high with traditional Jamaican dishes, the flavors a delicious assault on their senses. The music was loud, the conversation louder, and the laughter infectious. It was a world away from the quiet intensity of the hotel room, a welcome, vibrant distraction from the thoughts swirling in Zara's mind. Nia, dressed in a bright, flowing dress that swayed with her every move, was in her element,
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