158. The File That Changed EverythingNova

It had been a month since the summit.

A month since the lights, the applause, the award in my hands, and the strange ache that had followed me home like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. Life had resumed its rhythm; meetings, site visits, donor calls, board reviews, paper signing and such.

Malaika House was thriving. The children were thriving. I was thriving. At least, that’s what everyone said. That's what I wanted everyone to see and believe.

However, ...