The morning sunlight fell gently across Alliah’s window, a warm spill of gold that made the edges of the curtains glow. For most people, it was just another ordinary start of the day. For Alliah, every dawn lately felt like a reckoning—an intimate reminder that life was fragile, precious, and fleeting.
Her phone vibrated on the bedside table. She reached for it, still half-drowsy, and saw the familiar name lighting up the screen.
Jamiro.
The message read simply:
“Good morning, love . Today is another day we face together. I’ll be at your gate after breakfast. Don’t worry about anything—I’ve got you.”
Alliah smiled, even as her chest tightened. For weeks now, Jamiro had been her constant companion through doctor’s visits, tests, and quiet, aching nights where fear crept in. He never fa
