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.

Everyone deserved a living wage. No human ought to be treated as if their work didn’t matter, or their choices, or their dreams.

Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed out. I never wanted to forget them, no matter how painful it was to remember.

And while my feelings went deeper for him, he only felt attraction for me. Attraction was nowhere near love.

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