September 4, 2026

He ordered in German just to humiliate the waitress, laughing that “girls like her” could never understand a real education.

Outside, the city stayed loud and indifferent. Inside that small flat, Iris felt something rarer than fear: Direction. Because the man who tried to humiliate her with a language thought he owned? He’d just reminded her what she’d been carrying all along. A voice. And seven languages worth of doors.

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