Chapter Twenty-One: Salt in the Air
The Mombasa heat hit differently—like a blanket soaked in steam. Andra's hair clung to her neck, and her shirt was soaked within an hour of stepping off the bus. But she didn't care. For once, she wasn't just someone's daughter, or Kingsley's mom. She was a student, a young woman chasing a dream.
The trip was everything she hoped for—site visits to smart buildings, lectures by real engineers, practical demos of drainage systems and surveying tools. She soaked it in like a sponge, scribbling notes furiously, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Yet, at night, in the hotel bed shared with two other girls, she stared at the ceiling and missed Kingsley.