“You always say that, Isaiah,” Onyano said. “But maybe our world isn’t a fairy tale.”Years passed.Then I got a message.Just her name. “Mana.”Like a whisper across a decade.I picked her up at the bus station. My Jaguar looked ridiculous parked next to the minibuses, but I didn’t care. I didn’t say anything. Just took her bags and got her checked into the nicest hotel I could find.