Chapter 19

• “Bali may not be the place where I was born,” Daniel answered calmly, his eyes filled with conviction, “but it’s where I found who I truly am.” Without another word, Daniel left the meeting room, leaving the tension and anger behind the glass doors that now once again reflected the silently falling snow.
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• Meanwhile in Bali, the traditional village Ayu stepped into was once a warm embrace for her. Every morning, the sound of gamelan and the scent of frangipani were soothing soulmates. But now, Ayu's steps on the stone-paved path felt like walking on burning coals. The gazes of villagers who once greeted her kindly had turned into cold stares and whispers that lashed at her spirit.