The morning air was gentle, carrying with it the faint song of sparrows perched along the roof of Alliah’s home. Light filtered through the curtains, spilling across the floorboards in golden streaks. Alliah stirred slowly, her body still weighted by fatigue, though her heart carried a quiet resilience that refused to dim. Each day was a journey — not just through the physical aches she endured but through the labyrinth of emotions that accompanied her path toward healing and freedom.
Jamiro’s message had already arrived, as it always did.
“Good morning, Love 🌸. I hope today feels lighter for you. I’ll see you soon.”
Alliah smiled faintly as she read it, clutching her phone close for a moment before setting it aside. It wasn’t just the words; it was the constancy, the assurance that no
