CHAPTER 47

AMANDA MOFOKENG – CELE.

Eight hours later, we finally cross into KwaZulu-Natal. The sun is dipping low, the sky painted orange, and the sea breeze waits for us somewhere ahead. My whole body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is racing. On the drive here, Reneilwe explained everything — every detail, every expectation, every warning. At least now I understand what we're walking into, even if I'm not ready.

"We can't go to your house, Monkie," she says as we enter Durban South, her eyes fixed on the road. "We need to go straight to where your husband and his brother are."