Spying on Soyeji: My First Time Crossing the Line
Behind the thick bushes in that serene Japanese garden, my heart hammered like a drum. Bamboo leaves rustled softly, but all I heard was my ragged breath. I’d never done this before. Never snuck up on anyone like this. Sweat beaded on my forehead, mixing with the humid air. Soyeji was there, alone on the…