Chapter 37

  ​I was finally feeling better. The sun was dipping low, and I was curled up on the oversized sofa.

  In my lap was a small wooden bowl filled with slices of unripe mango, heavily dusted with chili powder and a pinch of salt.

  ​It was a sour, spicy, biting snack—exactly what I needed to cut throug...

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