Amara's POV
Thirty minutes passed as I spent my time with mom—pouring out of everything that had been weighing on my heart. I told her all the worries, the fears, the confusion I had kept buried in my chest. Mom listens to every word with warmth and patience, just like she always did. But even so, I know her stamina had limits.
I just realized how long I had been talking to her—so long that she had grown sleepy and needed to rest.I gently tuck her in and pull the blanket over her as she slowly drifted to sleep. Then, I quietly left the room, closing the door behind me with care—only to find two figures walking swiftly toward me from the end of the hallway.
As they got closer, I eventually recognize them. Two guys, with fancy and perfectly tailored suits, almost like they were going to a
