The days that followed felt like an embrace from time itself—soft, fleeting, and tender, as though the universe wished to cradle Alliah’s fragile heart while guiding her forward. The hearing, the echoes of Thor’s name, the weight of annulment papers—all of it had left an aftertaste of exhaustion. Yet in the quiet rhythm of mornings and evenings, Jamiro’s presence was the steady thread weaving her unraveling edges back together.
Alliah woke one early morning to the gentle scent of coffee seeping from the kitchen. The sound of clinking mugs and Joshua’s giggle carried through the air. She stirred under the blanket, her body still heavy from fatigue, but her lips curved into a soft smile. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply listen. The laughter of her son mingled with Jamiro’s
