9: The R

departure had left a void, a feeling of emptiness that seemed to echo through eve

in my head, taunting me with my own naivety. I thought back to all the times I'd given her money

of myself, like a piece of my heart had been ripped away. I thought about all the moments

was setting, casting a golden glow over the skyscrapers. But I didn't se

ns and red flags. I'd wanted to believe in Ngimanchi, to believe in the good i

o move on from the heartache and betrayal. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolve wash ov

I could let Ngimanchi's betrayal define me, or I could use it as a lesson. I could lear

I would not be a victim of my own naivety again.