Bryan stepped out of Sonia's office, his breath caught when he saw Cloe walking down the hallway. The sight of her in a doctor’s coat—the realization that she was living out her long-held dream—hit him like a tidal wave. His heart skipped a beat. There she was—Amara, the woman he had loved for so long, now dressed in the uniform of a life she had once described to him in their late-night conversations. His Amara.
Cloe’s eyes met his for the briefest of moments, and Bryan could see the panic flash across her face. Her heart, too, seemed to skip a beat, but unlike Bryan, she didn’t pause to confront the moment. Instead, her instinct took over. Without a word, she turned, clearly intending to escape him.
"Amara..." Bryan called out, his voice thick with emotion.
Cloe paused for just a seco
