Dahlia
As I walked up to the apartment door, everything that had happened pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. My body was heavy with exhaustion, and my mind was tangled with emotions I still hadn’t sorted out. What would I even say to Kaida? How could I explain the impossible, the unimaginable?
My hand hesitated on the doorknob for a moment, but then I turned it and stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Kaida must have been waiting for me, anxiously wondering what had happened. She had to be worried sick.
As soon as I entered the living room, I saw her. Kaida’s eyes widened, and she shot up from the couch, her hands flying to her mouth. Relief washed over her face, but there was also concern. “Dahlia!” she cried, r
