The sun rose just like every other morning, casting its soft golden light through the sheer curtains of Amara’s room. Birds chirped, and the cool breeze brought a gentle calmness that didn’t belong to the chaos that had unfolded days ago. But for Amara, the world had changed. The air felt heavier, even if everything appeared the same. Nothing would ever be normal again after what she saw.
She had seen Damien shoot a man.
The memory clung to her like a second skin. That single moment, frozen in time, played over and over in her head. The gunshot. The man's lifeless body crumpling. The way Damien didn't flinch. And the way he looked at her afterward—not with regret, but with sadness. A sadness she still couldn't understand.
Despite it all, she rose from bed.
Sera needed her.
She dressed
