The Cobra of Smoke - The Burden of Sight
Now, the invitation felt like a test.
"I think," she said slowly, "that I'll attend the meeting, share what I observed professionally and the teachings from it, but beyond that and what I saw, no they can buy my novel if they really want to know. " She giggled, strong and free, almost like wind chimes.
David's laughter joined hers, rich and warm in the morning light. "I love that idea. Let them buy your novel if they want the full story."
"Besides," Shantali added, closing her laptop with finality, "some experiences aren't meant to be dissected in conference rooms. They're meant to be lived and then released."
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