THE LAST DANCE
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"If ignorance is so safe, why can't you sleep at night? Why do you check your rearview mirror at every intersection? Why does the name Emeka Okonkwo still make your blood run cold?"
She had no answer. She could only stare at him, her eyes burning, her throat tight with words she could not say.
Dante pulled back. He reached into his jacket again—this time, for a second photograph. He placed it on the desk beside the first.
Zara looked down. This photograph showed a woman—young, beautiful, radiant. She was wearing a white dress, her hair crowned with flowers, her smile wide and genuine. She was standing in a garden, surrounded by rose bushes and sunlight.