Amara wasn’t expecting Damien to know her birthday. In fact, she hadn’t told anyone.
It was just another day to her.
Always had been.
So when he casually mentioned it the night before, saying she had the day off tomorrow, she was stunned. She hadn’t even replied, only nodding slowly as she processed the words.
The next morning, the sky was a soft gray, clouds stretching lazily across the horizon. The air was calm, with a faint breeze drifting in through the open windows.
Amara stood in front of the calendar on her desk. Her eyes found the date, and a small smile crept onto her lips. So it really was today.
Her birthday.
She didn’t expect a celebration. No balloons. No cakes. No hugs. That wasn’t how things worked for her.
Birthdays in the orphanage were quiet. Forgotten. Blurred in
