chapter 33 Stung by a wasp

Priscilla grabbed Cabin's shoulder, her face just inches from his.

"Brother, today... maybe we can put business aside for now... and just talk?" They locked eyes, both holding their breath. It seemed calm, but they were both waging inner battles.

"I need to cross this desert, seek my true self, with only a camel by my side. The winds blow, the clouds drift, and suddenly, a river of love appears..."

Suddenly, Cabin's phone rang, playing a melancholic tune, breaking the tranquility....