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.