“We have our voices,” she said in Khmer, steady and bright. “If you hold them, hold them like you hold your child. Not like a thing.”
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Sreylin felt the truth of that in her chest. She called a meeting and read aloud a draft charter she’d written—simple clauses that would ensure communities had veto power over how their stories and projects were shared. Jonah listened, fingers steepled. Laila’s face shadowed with worry. Dara, who had grown protective of a photograph of Somaly, held his breath. “We have our voices,” she said in Khmer,