AMARA’S POV
Morning came with the smell of burnt toast and Mira singing loudly in the kitchen, trying too hard to make me feel normal again. I sat at the table, poking at my food, pretending the ache in my body didn’t bother me.
My phone buzzed. Work.
My heart dropped. I haven’t reached out to them since the accident. With everything that happened, I totally forgot I have a job. Everyone around town heard about the attack.
I answered, hoping for anything but bad news, instead. I got two minutes of old corporate words.
“We’re downsizing.”
“Your role has been terminated.”
“You can come for your belongings.”
Just like that, I lost my job. When the call ended, the silence felt heavier than the pain in my ribs. Mira touched my shoulder. “Amara… I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “It’s no
