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Chapter 64

Penulis: Tracy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-18 22:51:11

The camera light was hot, it was Blinding.

But I didn’t blink, not even once.

I sat with my back straight, fingers lightly interlocked on my lap. Across from me, the host—a tall, composed woman named Vivien Gray—smiled with professional calm. We’d never met before this moment. But I could already tell she was sharp, fair, and didn’t intend to give me an easy pass.

I didn’t want one.

“Welcome,” she said, voice clear as glass. “Tonight, we have Naomi Montego-Darlington joining us in her first and only live interview regarding the controversial relaunch of the Sanborn Project.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you for having me.”

Vivien turned slightly to the main camera. “There’s been much speculation—about your return, about the legacy you carry, and about what Sanborn really means to the communities it’s meant to serve. We’re going to unpack that tonight.”

“Please,” I said softly. “Let’s.”

She leaned forward. “Let’s begin with the obvious: why now?”

The question echoed in my chest.

Why now?

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    The camera light was hot, it was Blinding.But I didn’t blink, not even once.I sat with my back straight, fingers lightly interlocked on my lap. Across from me, the host—a tall, composed woman named Vivien Gray—smiled with professional calm. We’d never met before this moment. But I could already tell she was sharp, fair, and didn’t intend to give me an easy pass.I didn’t want one.“Welcome,” she said, voice clear as glass. “Tonight, we have Naomi Montego-Darlington joining us in her first and only live interview regarding the controversial relaunch of the Sanborn Project.”I smiled politely. “Thank you for having me.”Vivien turned slightly to the main camera. “There’s been much speculation—about your return, about the legacy you carry, and about what Sanborn really means to the communities it’s meant to serve. We’re going to unpack that tonight.”“Please,” I said softly. “Let’s.”She leaned forward. “Let’s begin with the obvious: why now?”The question echoed in my chest.Why now?

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