**Zaire**
I nodded and took a deep breath, settling in to explain everything to Savannah, the mix-up, how little I knew Kyra, and the complicated feelings I was wrestling with. Savannah listened quietly, her emotions a swirl of confusion, hurt, and reluctant understanding.
When I finished, she finally spoke, voice soft but firm:
"This changes everything, Zaire. But I want to understand. And I want honesty always."
I reached for her hand again, grateful for her willingness to listen.
"I promise you that."
The air between us was heavy. Not just with silence, but with years of shared history, breakups, makeups, passion, late night calls, silent mornings, lingering looks, unfinished conversations.
Our whole thing had always been complicated. And now it felt damn near impossible.
