What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

Mamá called it stubbornness, my tutors thought it a flaw. But I named it what it was: persistence.

Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed out.

“Because I want one memory with you dancing. One thing that’s mine before we part ways…”