PROFESSOR BLACK ( ZED) POV
The moment we stepped inside, a cool breeze brushed past us, carrying the faint scent of trees and damp earth.
The compound was wider than I expected, tall trees lining the sides, their leaves rustling softly above. A few children ran around freely under the watchful eyes of matrons, their laughter echoing faintly.
I glanced at Amara beside me.She wasn’t smiling.
Her gaze moved slowly, intensely, like she was searching for something invisible. Like the place was whispering to her, and she was trying to understand the language.
A woman in a nun’s habit approached us with a gentle smile.
“Good afternoon,” she greeted.
“Good afternoon, Sister,” Amara replied politely. I nodded in acknowledgment.
“How may we help you today?” the sister asked.
I drew Amara c
