The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, laying gentle streaks of gold across the floor of Alliah’s room. She stirred slowly, the weight of the night’s rest still clinging to her, and blinked into the warmth that greeted her. For a moment, she allowed herself to linger between dream and waking—a quiet sanctuary before the day’s realities pressed their way into her consciousness.
Beside the bed, on the wooden nightstand, her phone buzzed. She reached for it with drowsy fingers, already anticipating the familiar message.
“Good morning, Love 😊,” Jamiro had written, the words simple yet brimming with the same constancy that had carried her through so many fragile mornings.
Alliah smiled, clutching the phone to her chest for a moment before replying. “Good morning, my love. Th
