Amira stepped into the estate with her thoughts in chaos, her composure barely stitched together.
The moment she entered the living room, she saw her. Amara. Sitting there as if nothing had ever been wrong. Like the past few weeks had never happened.
There was a glow about her, soft, effortless, radiant in a way that didn't come from makeup or rest. It came from something deeper.
Something real. And it made Amira's stomach twist. "Amara," she said, forcing brightness into her voice as she walked over and sat beside her. "You look so... different lately." Amara turned to her, smiling warmly, open, unguarded. "So happy." The words lingered. Amira swallowed.
