Days Later...
Shila peered through the long window. Nothing but red earth and skeletal bushes stretched to the horizon. The rains would come soon - not that it mattered. Water had always felt like betrayal to her, slipping through fingers no matter how tightly she clutched.
"Shila."
Parisa’s voice was a balm, as always. She set a chipped plate of flatbread and figs on the table, then stepped close, wrapping her arms around Shila’s waist. Her cheek pressed warmly against Shila’s shoulder. "You’ve been quiet all morning. It frightens me when you disappear into your thoughts."
"I should be the one saying that." Shila tilted her head, catching Parisa’s gaze. "I’ve lived these years in your shadow-gladly. But if I lost you…" Her throat tightened. "Don’t make me imagine that emptiness."
"Yo
