Chapter One: Midnight: The Girl Who Listened for Footsteps Midnight, they named her , and she lived up to it. Her skin was as dark as the hour when the world grows quiet, and only her eyes and her smile seemed to glow against it. When she laughed, her teeth lit up her face, a soft defiance against the darkness that people so often misunderstood. Strangers assumed she must be from East Africa, yet her skin did not carry the same undertones. Others said she could not be from the southern coast either , she was too dark, too different, too difficult to place. But she was born there, raised…