The car ride to the hotel had been quiet, but not in a bad way. We had chit chats and laughter here and there, and most of the time, I was just wondering what would have happened to me the previous night if Dr. Aldrich hadn’t shown up.

It was eight at night when we arrived at the PrideInn Hotel in Mombasa—the city known as Mji wa Mapenzi na Raha. The white sand looked phenomenal, gracing the ground at night. The air was as cool as a breeze by then, soft breezes rolling in from the ocean. ...