CHAPTER 16

AMANDA MOFOKENG – CELE.

"That's all for today, Mrs Cele. I can see we're making progress."

Sandra's voice is calm, patient — the kind that doesn't rush you, the kind that makes you breathe easier. She smiles as she scribbles something on her notepad, and I find myself nodding, even though I'm not sure if I actually believe her.

"Thank you, Sandra." I return her smile politely, standing up from the couch. I fix my shawl, lift my Prada handbag from the armrest, and smooth my skirt before walking out of her office.