Cairo's sun melted into a golden horizon behind the hospital's rooftop garden. Emily took one last breath of the dry evening air before stepping inside, her tablet buzzing softly.
Jack was waiting downstairs.
"You ready for the next leg?" he asked, his tone quiet but laced with energy.
Emily nodded. "South America. One week in each country. You sure we're not overreaching?"
"We're not reaching," he said as they walked toward the car. "We're planting."
Few days later, they traveled to Brazil.
Jack and Emily arrived in Rio under a curtain of summer rain. Their convoy was modest—two hybrid trucks, translators, one security lead. No paparazzi. No flags.
They stood beneath the towering presence of Christ the Redeemer, soaked from a steep hike but breathless in awe.
"No matter how much w
