Gestures and Laughs – On Understanding the world better

Khalil Gibran once said
“…people will never understand one another
unless language is reduced to seven words.”
What would your seven words be?
Writing Prompts are fun!!
My Seven Words
Well, I have a bad habit of judging people’s comments too quickly.  You know those people who react to words at face value, seven wordsI’m those types of people.  This has been mentioned to me more than once.  How quickly I jump to conclusions, it’s a source of stress.
Someone can tell me something in  passing, and it just stays with me all day.  For example, someone says, “Hey, you look nice today.” I might not say anything right then, but I’ll keep thinking all day that this person meant that I looked nice today, because all other days I haven’t looked nice.  So, they just had to tell me I looked nice today because it was an exception.  It goes round and round in my head, until I have to go to that person and ask.  Yes, this is who I am. I work hard to change this, but it’s hard.
In my world, language reduced to seven words would include the following:
  1.  Patience – People (meaning me) should take their time before jumping to the conclusion.  Patience is important in everything.
  2. Funny – Find humor in situations, conversations, people.  It makes life easier.
  3. Gestures – Have a conversation only with gestures.  I assure you, you’ll communicate better with the other person. If not, you’ll atleast have fun doing it. Language barrier makes this so much fun and amusing. Try explaining you want a toilet with gestures….lol.
  4. Endurance – Everything has a start, a middle and an end, like a story. Situations in life are like this, it’s how you endure through them that defines you.
  5. Precise – It’s not easy to be straightforward.  I don’t have this ability, but I wish I did.  It would cut down a lot of the trouble that finds me.
  6. Spontaneous – Have the courage to do anything at unexpected moments.
  7. Creative – Integrate this in everything but the truth. Don’t be creative when you’re telling the truth. Always serve it up cold. ^_^ if you can. That’s tough to do too.

Wow, I think my world would be a tad insane.  People would communicate in gestures, (Insert image of flailing arms) Laugh a a lot, as everything would be funny and creativity can get pretty interesting.

Five Things that fuel my Writing Life

writingiIt’s been a while since I blogged about the craft.  Yes, I’ve come to think of writing as a craft.  If you do it everyday for months on end, you start learning a few things along the way.  You also learn that you don’t know anything about the craft, and hence have to keep learning more. Writing is an evolving process, I don’t think the learning stops. However, there are those things that I need to keep it alive.  Those vital things that flavor the writing mojo.  They’re different for everyone, for some, this list might even be absurd. Why? Everyone has their thing, their particulars, their mojo, I just wanted to share some of the things that fuel my writing.

  • Whenever I move, I always seek out that spot in the house where I can find my quiet writing moments.  So far, it’s always in this one corner close to a window in my living room.  It doesn’t change. This corner is a sacred place. Piled high with reference books, notepads, pens and my computer.  Everyone who finds me in that corner knows, don’t bother me. At first I thought this was kind of rude to the people I live with. You know, they’d talk to me, I’d be going like, “Hmm..” “Ah ha..” “Mmm…” At some point, they’re like, we get it, don’t talk to Sui, she’s in her corner. I felt guilty for that, and I’d try to pay attention. Now, I’m unapologetic about it. Writing is serious business if you’re going to get anywhere with it. Since I like it so much, I’ve decided to take ownership. So, when I’m in my corner, don’t disturb.
  • Music – I need it, I go through it like its food. I find that I need fresh music all the time. It just fuels my creative side, so I cdslisten to loads of music from all countries.  I don’t even care that I don’t know what they’re saying in the lyrics.  As long as the music speaks to me and my muse. I listen to it. So, I’ve ended up with this huge strange collection that no one understands. Hehe.
  • Culture – I’ve worked hard to distance myself from this, but alas, it isn’t going away.  I’ve had a life of moving through different cultures. Each one with its own set of rules, beliefs, thought process. There have been ultra liberal lives, and ultra conservative lifetimes in my years. Each one has left me with an impression, and you find it sneaking into your writing. What can I say, I’m a child of the world. So, I tend to lean toward writing people who’re going against the norm, forging their own cultures, or embracing those social constraints in their own way. Hence, culture is often in the middle of my writing.
  • Drama – Hehehe….so I hate gossiping, I’ll never start a rumor about anyone. However, when you go out or you’re sitting with the girls for tea, or drinks.  You know the conversation gets pretty crazy even when you don’t want it to. I love listening to the many drama-like sagas people go through. It’s amazing really.  It makes me think that I’m not quite living life or something. Most times, these stories end up coloring my writing in some way. I’m grateful to all those who tell them to me.
  • Loyal supporters – You know, this is the most special thing that you can have in  your writing life.  Someone who’ll read your work and tell you, ‘You did good here. I loved reading that story.’ It’s even better when you’ve been down in the dumps and you get a message from someone who reads your work.  They ask you, ‘Hey, how are you doing? Are you still writing? I haven’t seen anything new from you lately, what’s going on?’ That’s really special, so I cherish that the most.  Note to all, even if your work is read by one person, make it a point to connect with that one person. Write for them, you’ll gain confidence. (L, shout out to you for your constant support.)

So, those are my five things I cherish in my writing life. I’m sure you have your own, if not, discover them.

Fates Decided – 4

Chapter 4

Fates DecidedDerek leaned on a white Woo Securities Range Rover at four o’clock in the afternoon, his gaze on the arrivals exit. He’d skimmed the file Peter had handed him, so he knew he was looking for a petite Korean woman with long straight black hair. He couldn’t believe they were doing this. His frown deepened when a short Korean woman emerged wearing high shoes and a short green summer dress. She carried a matching bag, and talked rapidly into her phone. Gods, they were going to need to stop in the city to get her practical clothes.

Damn it, his father loved putting him in situations he couldn’t handle. How could his father let this happen? His team would have managed just fine without an added burden. And this woman was going to be a burden. Just looking at her—

“Excuse me,” she said in a soft voice that startled him.

When had she reached him?

He met startling brown eyes that reminded him of caramel.

“Hello?” she said again, looking at the logo on the side of the car. She held out her hand to him and smiled. “I’m Jade Sang. Are you the one waiting for me?”

He nodded and took her hand.

Slender, soft, she gave him a firm handshake, and he decided she was stronger than she looked.

“Luggage?” he said, opening the passenger door for her. He looked back expecting to see a porter following her.

“Goodness, no,” she said getting into the car and patting the green bag she carried. “I have everything I need right here. Shall we?”

He closed the door and hurried around to the driver’s side.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” she said when they were on their way out of the airport.

“Derek Woo,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Woo,” she said staring at her phone with a frown.

“Please, call me Derek,” he said.

She glanced at her watch just as her phone rang.

He turned on to Mombasa road headed to the main city.

Jade answered her call and he found himself listening to her side of the conversation.

“I’ve landed,” she said. “I’m fine; the security company guy picked me up as promised. Is your man waiting for us? I don’t want any delays. As far as I know, the convoy leaves at 4 a.m. in the morning. I know…I’m not expecting any sleep…please just keep me updated. Thank you, Tao. Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you later.”

She ended the call and shoved the phone into her bag. “We have to make it the UNHCR offices in Westlands. There is a man waiting for us with the security documentation we need. If we miss him, this will turn into a nightmare. The UN has grounded flights to Dadaab.”

He nodded surprised by her take-charge attitude. He’d expected a simpering socialite especially when he’d read that she was Dr. Min’s arranged-marriage fiancée.

She sat back in her seat and let out a tired sigh.

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

When she didn’t elaborate, he felt compelled to ask, “Can’t believe what is happening?”

She looked at him as though surprised he was there. When she didn’t answer, he frowned.

“Ms. Sang?”

“Goodness, please call me Jade. What did you ask me just now? I’m sorry; I have so many things on my mind. I’m half-afraid that we’ll get to the UN offices late and find that man gone. When I think of the traffic we’re going to meet the moment we hit Haille Selassie Avenue, and then on to the next roundabout. I’m afraid I’ll go crazy.”

He couldn’t blame her. Traffic was a nightmare during rush hour. He gave her a small reassuring smile. “We’ll make it.”

She nodded, though he could see she didn’t believe him. Instead, she sat with her bag on her lap, her fingers clenched tight as he images3drove as fast as he could on the busy highway. The moment they hit the main city, they both groaned at the gridlock. Her cell phone buzzed and she tensed reaching for it.

“Tao,” she said her tone slightly strained. “Do you have any news?”

Traffic was at a stand still so he watched her instead. She had her eyes closed, as she listened to her caller. Her left hand bunched the fabric of her dress as she gave a soft gasp.

“How is he doing?” she asked. “How bad is Jihu?”

Derek frowned. She was shaking slightly and he worried she might break apart. His blood ran cold at the thought of a crying woman when they were stuck in traffic.

God please don’t let that happen.

He glanced at her again. She’d opened her eyes; they were red, worried, but no tears. He breathed in relief when she took in a deep breath that seemed to calm her.

“Good, okay,” she said, her tone stronger than she looked. “We’re stuck in gridlock. Please convince Will to wait for us. We’re doing the best we can.”

She ended the call and sat staring at her phone.

“Are you alright?” he asked tentatively.

She nodded. She let out a heavy sigh and nodded to the still cars around them.

“I wish we could fly over all these cars.”

He chuckled. She turned to look at him and he winked. “We could click our heels together, and suddenly we’ll be in Westlands.”

When she didn’t crack a smile, he continued, “You can be Dorothy, and I’ll be Toto.”

She laughed then. A sweet musical sound that dispelled the shakes, and brightened her face, he stared. She had a beautiful laugh.

“Much better,” he said when he could make words. “I was afraid you were going to break apart there.”

“You’re a bad joker,” she said wiping her eyes, “Dorothy and Toto, really? Is that the best you can do?”

He smiled. “It got you thinking of something else.”

“Are you this complicated with your other clients?” she asked.

“I don’t get pretty clients like you,” he said, as traffic started moving. “I meet terrible people, in terrible places, this is refreshing. What do you do, Jade?”

“I work with the Seren Foundation,” she said. “Until two months ago, I was a case worker in Arsal. Now, I’m on desk duty in Mombasa.”

“You’re the guys who’ve started grassroots projects to get communities educated. It was the first logical project I’ve heard since I came here.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Most NGOs and Foundations fund groups in these regions. They go to an area, and pour money to fund groups of fifteen or whatever in the hope of lifting poverty. When they leave the area and come back a year later, those people they funded are still in poverty. It is a raging cycle that doesn’t help anyone.”

Jade put her bag at her feet and shifted in her seat to look at him.

“That’s why we started our grassroots projects. Two months ago, I met these amazing pair of twenty-year-old ladies in Lamu. They make rugs that would rival Persians, so beautiful. I had them join our project where we taught them the basics of business, and advertising. The other day, they came to my office to let me know they had an order of one thousand rugs from a company in Nairobi. It made me happy. They’ve gotten three other ladies to help them make the rugs, so they’ve created jobs. Their families will be okay.”

“Did you give them start-up capital?” he asked.

images2“We gave it in increments, working from business registration, getting licenses, since they had a product; we helped them buy enough materials to cover orders for a while. We’ll see how they manage their funds. Once a team or individual is part of the Seren Program, we monitor them for three years. When they make it through the three years, we get them to mentor newcomers. Have you heard of Tamani Candles?”

“Yes, they’re always advertising on local television.”

“They’re one of our success stories. Four guys who got a candle-making machine. They went through the program, and didn’t look back.”

Traffic let up and he took a by-pass that would lead him away from the main city. He would cut through upper hill and find his way through back roads to Westlands.

“I think you love your job,” Derek teased her, happy to have distracted her.

Jade smiled.

“It’s great to see someone make use of the knowledge you give them. We’re not just handing them money, we’re teaching them what to do with it, and to multiply it. When they get it right, it changes a whole community. That’s really powerful, you know.”

“Was it what you wanted to do?” he asked.

“Well,” she frowned and shook her head. “I’m not sure I ever knew what I wanted to do. I joined the Grassroots Project months ago. Before that, I was in Jordan working with people who’d lost everything. They’re not ready to think about growing communities, just going back home.”

“Refugee camps,” he guessed.

She nodded and he caught the shadow that passed over her eyes. He knew what those shadows meant. Jade Sang had ghosts of her own.

Her phone buzzed and he concentrated on shortcuts to Westlands.

“How long ‘til we get there?” she asked him.

“Ten minutes,” he said.

“Please wait for us,” she said into her phone. “We’ll get you home if that’s the problem.”

She met his gaze as she said that and he gave her a confirmation nod.

“Thank you.” She ended the call and let out a soft sigh. “If he stays, I’m keeping his number. My friend Tao says he’s a good guy, but you never know with these things. I’ve been burned before.”

“First time I landed in Nairobi, I paid five thousand shillings for a taxi ride into the city,” he said.

She laughed. “Jeez, you must be the type not to ask questions. It’s always been about one thousand five hundred.”

“Hey, the cost made sense. That’s around sixty dollars, right?”

She snickered. “You must have had a newbie look.”

“You’ve never had that happen to you?” He gave her a skeptical look when she shook her head. “You’re lying to me. Mzungu always get cheated the first time.”

She grinned at the Swahili name for white foreigners. The locals had called her that more times than she could remember.

“I did my homework on money,” she said.

“Typical,” he teased.


“You must keep receipts and balance your check book every week.”

“Don’t you?” she asked.

Did he have time?

Well, lately yes, but he’d rather build a deck than sit down to crunch numbers.

“Who burned you?” he asked.


“You said you’d been burned before. What did you mean?”

She shrugged. “I trusted a woman to deliver documents for a friend of mine who was stuck in a police station. The woman even charged a fee. Anyway, she took her time, and arrived the next morning. My friend had to spend the night in a Kenyan holding cell. It wasn’t a good experience.”

“What was your friend doing without documents?” Derek asked with a frown.

“She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Jade breathed a sigh of relief as they turned into the UNHCR building. The moment they parked a tall black man came running to them and Jade got out of the car.

“Are you Will?” she asked.

“Yes,” the man said with a wide smile. “You must be Miss Sang. I was anxious because I need to get going and I didn’t want to leave without meeting you.”

“Rush hour traffic on Mombasa road,” Derek said in explanation for their lateness and instantly got a look of understanding from Will.

Will handed Jade a brown envelope. “These permits should get you through the checkpoints. If you’d waited, there is a convoy leaving tomorrow afternoon—”

“We can’t wait,” Jade shook her head. “We’re late as we speak.”

“Very well,” Will said. “You have my number, call if you run into resistance.”

Jade thanked Will for waiting for them. Will wished them a safe journey before he hurried back into the building. Jade hugged the envelope and turned to him. She let out a soft sigh then shivered. It was getting dark.

“I forgot to book a hotel,” she said in a tired voice.

Derek stared at her and before he knew what he was saying, he heard his voice.

“You can stay with me.”


Thank you for reading…to be continued..

Previous Chapters

Moments a Treasure

The sun slides in the horizon, turning the sky a gorgeous orange.  I wondered why I left my phone on the table today.  If I run back to the house, I’ll miss the moment, if I stay, I can’t share this with anyone else. In the end, I sit on the white sand, I tell myself tomorrow is another day. Another sunset will come, I’ll take a picture of that one.  But, today’s was beautiful…it made me smile.

Ichi-go ichi-e


birthday cakeToday, I thought I’d share something my friend tells me all the time.  It might be familiar to you, it might not, but he’s always telling me, “Ichi-go Ichi-e.” This phrase translates to ‘one time, one encounter’. My friend mostly says it to remind me that something only happens once, I can’t redo something because it won’t be the same.  I have to treasure each moment that comes to me, because it won’t be the same tomorrow. Such powerful words, watching today’s sunset, they rang through my head more than once.

So, I’ve recently celebrated a birthday. One that I was happy to actually celebrate.  Earlier this year I had a hard time, and I’m grateful to have seen my birthday this year.  As I sat surrounded by family and friends who loved me, I felt lucky.  And it was like ‘ichi-go ichi-e‘ for me.  That happiness, it was special, and I’m glad to have felt it.

As you read this, I hope you have moments you treasure, because they’ll never happen again in the same way.

Happy Korean Thanksgiving Day – Chuseok 2014

Happy Korean Thanksgiving

추석 잘 보내세요!! (Happy Chuseok)

Happy Chuseok1

It’s that time again when we meet our family and our friends, and are thankful for all of them, while eating as much food as possible.  Once again, this year I don’t get to see too many of my family members, but I do get to see my friends. So, we’ve planned a feast of food, and loads of drinks.  I hope you all enjoy a wonderful celebration.  To everyone, be thankful for your family, and remember those who’ve left you.  Be grateful for the year, and the things it has brought and hope for more as the year ends.

chuseok food

Chuseok food


Fates Decided 3

Fates Decided 3

Fates DecidedDerek Woo hammered the last nail into the wood with smooth strokes. He straightened and placed the hammer in the plastic container with the nails when he finished and tested the deck. It was firm, no shaking. He nodded in approval glad that the backyard was taking shape.

He reached for a bottle of water hanging on a nail on the railing. Gods it was hot. Nairobi heat was interesting. It wasn’t humid, just sun beating down on you, and heating up the earth. A cool breeze swept through the trees he had growing around the house and he smiled. Hot day, with a cool breeze, the weather was definitely one of a kind.

Wiping his forehead with a cloth he’d stuck in his back pocket, he went down the short steps to the flower garden and turned to study the deck hugging the ranch style house. He’d rented it from a couple who’d gone to the London to work. They hadn’t wanted to let the house stay empty, so they’d decided to lease it out. He liked the half-acre property. It was secluded, quiet, and close to a shopping center he visited when he needed groceries. The city was fifteen minutes away on a day without traffic. It was a convenient lifestyle when it mattered.

Like now, he thought.

Help me. Please don’t leave me here.

He rubbed his forehead hoping to dispel that pleading voice. He’d gone an hour without thinking about it. A sigh escaped and he capped his water bottle. What he wouldn’t give for something stronger, but he knew where that road led. He couldn’t afford to let himself succumb to his demons.

His cell phone buzzed against his hip and he reached for it like a lifeline.

“Yeah,” he answered the call his voice rough.

“We’ve got a convoy request. An offer we can’t refuse,” a clipped tone said at the other end.

“I’m on the way,” he said, putting his cell phone away and heading back to the house.

He picked up the container of nails and his hammer on his way into the house. He locked the back door, placing the container of nails on a counter in the kitchen then rushed upstairs for a quick shower.

Thirty minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot at the Woo Securities building. The branch ran all their East African contracts. While he had an office here, he spent most of his time on the field or at home and only came in when the branch manager needed to give a briefing on a high profile case.

He entered the six-story building with a nod to the perky receptionist. She waved at him and immediately picked up the phone to inform the top floor that he’d come in.  He took the stairs to the fifth floor. Upstairs, he found Peter Kimani waiting for him in the hallway. He was a tall black man with a friendly smile. Peter always wore tailored suits to work, quite a contrast to his own t-shirt and jeans policy. Derek could understand why they’d decided to make Peter the branch manager instead of him.

“Boss,” Peter said in greeting. “How’s the deck going?”

“Finished it an hour ago,” he answered taking Peter’s hand. “And you, the kids, the wife?”

“Driving me insane,” Peter said with a fond smile.

Born and raised in Nairobi, Peter was a family man through and through. He loved his family despite his claims of going insane. Derek had met them during company parties.

“What’s going on?” he asked as they headed to a large conference room at the end of the hallway.

“Your father called.” Peter said his tone suddenly grave. “First time I’ve ever spoken to him. I was surprised I didn’t explode in shock.”

Derek grimaced. A call from Chin Woo meant a favor to a family friend.

He sighed and asked, “What did he want?”

“An extraction,” Peter said as they entered the conference room.

Derek closed the door behind them and turned his attention to the overhead screen on the furthest wall.

“A Dr. Jihu Min is in the Dadaab Camp. There was a skirmish five hours ago. No one knows Dr. Min’s whereabouts. He’s feared dead.”

“Why not let the security officials up there deal with it?” Derek asked crossing his arms against his chest. “It’s better for everyone if we don’t go in and cause more trouble.”

“Your father was adamant about helping Dr. Min. Our orders are to get him on a plane back to Seoul as fast as we can.”

“Great,” Derek sighed again.  Definitely a favor for family. “Fine, I’ll call the team.”

“Already done, they’re packing up supplies as we speak,” Peter said quickly. His tone made Derek pause.

“What haven’t you told me?”

“You have a passenger,” Peter said with a wince.

“What?” Derek asked with a frown. “Why? We can do the extraction without assistance-,”

“Dr. Min’s fiancee,” Peter cut in. “She insists on coming along.”

“No.” Derek shook his head.

He wasn’t taking on liabilities. The journey North wasn’t easy and adding on a woman who had no idea the kind of hardships they’d go through…no, he wasn’t doing that again.

“You have no choice. She’s the reason we got clearance from the government. You can’t leave her behind.”

“Damn it, Peter,” Derek cursed glaring at Peter. “What happens if we get stuck on the road, you know how it is up there?”

“Protect her,” Peter said with a small smile. “Besides, you have me on call. I’ll work to get you all the help you need, when you need it. I promise. The money is really good.”

“Yeah,” Derek scoffed. “That’s all you ever think about.”

“It’s my job, Derek. Your father sounded worried. Do you know this Dr. Min?”

Derek frowned. “No.”

“Well, the Doctor’s family must have some clout to get your father calling me. Do it as fast as you can, then you can return to building extensions on a house you don’t own.”

Derek grinned at Peter. “Well, we’re all not as lucky as you, Peter. Wives like yours are hard to come by.”

Peter chuckled and held out a folder.

“You need to meet the fiancee at JKIA. She’s flying in from Mombasa. That’s her arrival time, and all the information I could get on her. Good luck, and stay safe, Derek.”

“Always,” Derek said as he left the conference room not bothering to look into the folder.

Socialites were all the same to him, especially the ones that came to places like Nairobi. Bossy, annoying and demanding, he couldn’t believe they had to go all the way to the Northern border with a nagging woman in the back seat.

Shit, the day wasn’t getting any better.


To be continued….

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Fates Decided 2

“Fresh mangoes for Miss Jade and coconuts for Master Tao,” a woman in her early thirties said to Jade.Fates Decided

Tao placed a steadying hand on Jade’s elbow as they jumped a puddle to get to the woman’s fruit stand.

“Good to see you, Priscilla,” Jade said happy to see her well.

Priscilla had run the fruit stand for the last five years in the Ukunda market.

Priscilla was a mother to five children, all of whom she educated with the money she earned selling fruits.  Jade liked her because she was honest, hardworking and friendly.  She always gave them fair prices compared to the other stalls who inflated prices the moment they saw them.

“Master Tao looks handsome,” Priscilla said as she got coconuts from the back of her stall and brought them to Tao.  “Maybe he should ask Miss Jade to marry?”

Jade laughed and glanced at Tao.  “Yes, Master Tao.  What do you say?”

Tao grinned and held out a coconut to her.  “How about it Jade, marry me?”

“Oh no,” Priscilla shook her head in disapproval, watching Jade select fresh oranges and put them in a selecting basket.  “Tao, you have to do it with romance.  By the beach, right when God is painting the sky with the setting sun.  It’s more romantic, yes?  Like a novel.”

Tao smiled.  “I hope that’s what Mwakazi did for you.”

Priscilla laughed.  “Oh no, he was very abrupt, he has no time for romance that one.  He just looked at me and said, “We’d live a good life together”.  That was it.”

“Just like that?” Tao asked watching Priscilla bag Jade’s oranges.

“Yes.  I agreed because Mwakazi is a good man.  He works very hard, so no time for romance.  I understand his heart, and that’s enough.  Miss Jade, she’s stubborn.  She needs romance to get her married.”

Tao chuckled and turned to Jade.  “How about it, Jade?”

“Priscilla if I answer yes, Tao will run away tomorrow,” Jade said studying a pineapple.

Tfruitshe best part of living here was the availability of fresh fruits and at such affordable prices.  So much fresh fruit, she mused as she chose a ripe pineapple and handed it to Priscilla.

“How much?” Tao asked reaching for his wallet.

Priscilla counted the total of their purchases and told Tao.

“Is it true you’d runaway from Miss Jade?” Priscilla asked as she took the money that Tao held out.

“No.  She’s the one who’d run from me,” Tao answered taking a mango from the dozens displayed.  He handed it to Priscilla to wash and cut it just as Jade’s phone buzzed.

“Jade,” Julie said when she answered the call.

“What’s wrong?” she asked turning away from Tao and Priscilla who were laughing.  “Julie-,”

“There was an explosion in one of the camps in Dadaab-,”

Jade gasped and took a step back to lean on the wooden fruit stand.

“Jihu?” she asked in a whisper.

“No information yet,” Julie said sadly.  “I’m working on it, Jade.”

Jade closed her eyes.  “I’m on the way.”

She ended the call, her hand shaking badly.  Jihu was fine.

He was fine, she repeated in her head.  He just had to be.


To be continued..

Fates Decided 1

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