Ausmane had shown me where he activated the cameras—everywhere but the bedroom and bathroom. Good enough. The most he’d know was that I was watching T.V all day and cooking vigorously from the stress of the volyr news. Each day was new and different, more intense than the one before, and the media didn’t cover the worst.
Sitting here at the island, peeling an orange in a quiet and undisrupted house, in the remotest area of the city, I felt strange, like I was in a different world from that displayed on T.V. It was too quiet, too unreal. I felt too guarded yet was hopeless to do anything else. It was in these tranquil moments, I reflected on my purpose here. I should’ve left Etheria, gone to the safety of my own country, but my heart weighed like a stone.
Then leave. Such destructive fo
