AVA'S POV
The air in Nairobi held a certain heaviness, not from humidity, but from the palpable weight of urgency.
The moment I stepped out of the transport van and onto the mud-slicked ground, I could feel the tension humming beneath the surface, like the city itself was holding its breath.
Children peeked from doorways, some barefoot, others clutching each other with silent questions in their eyes.
This wasn't just a project. It wasn't just numbers on a spreadsheet or logistics mapped on a whiteboard. This was real.
I adjusted my scarf, careful to keep the dust out of my nose, and took a slow breath.
My boots squelched in the dirt as I walked toward the tent that had been hastily erected as our central coordination point.
Inside, members of our team and several local leaders were seated around a foldout table, hunched over emergency supply manifests.
