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Chenda’s voice shook as she translated.
Her mother stared at me. Then she spoke as Chenda translated.
We both started crying.
***
The wedding was set for eight weeks later.
The village buzzed with excitement.
Everyone knew about the American boy marrying their girl.
But right before the ceremony, Chenda pulled me aside and told me something that changed everything I thought I knew.
“Can we talk?” Her hands were shaking.
“Of course. What’s wrong?”
About the shoebox.”
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