"Thank you… half-sister." The title cut clean. Precise. Final. Amara stepped aside, moving past her. And Amira felt it.
That shift. That distance. It wasn't just anger. It was something breaking. "Amara…" Her voice came out small this time.
Because that word….Half-sister… It was true. It had always been true. But Amara had never used it like that before. Not once.
Even after she found out, even after everything, they had still been sisters. Fully. Completely. Without conditions. Amira had held onto that. Believed in it.
And now… Hearing it like this. It felt like losing something she didn't realize could be taken away. Her eyes stung. Because for the first time… Amara wasn't just hurt. She was letting go. Amara didn't turn back.
She paused just long enough for her voice to reach them, steady, quiet, and far too composed for everything she was carrying. "Tomorrow morning… be at the company."
Amira stilled.
