Alison Pendo sat alone in the darkness.For the first time in years, she hated her office.The broken desks.The shattered monitors.The overturned filing cabinets.The smell of splintered wood and dust.Every corner reminded her that strangers had invaded her space.Her sanctuary.Her life's work.Outside, Nakuru's nightlife continued uninterrupted.Inside, silence reigned.The security lights cast long shadows across the ruined room.Alison leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.Exhaustion washed over her.Not physical exhaustion.Emotional exhaustion.The kind that settled deep inside the bones.The kind sleep couldn't fix.For thirty-two years, she had believed she knew exactly who she was.Exactly who her family was.Now everything felt uncertain.Patricia wasn't her biological sister.The thought hurt more than she expected.Far more.Growing up, they had shared everything.Clothes.Secrets.Dreams.Heartbreaks.Patricia had been the first person she called when she got i
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