AMIRA
This is perfect. Everything seems to be falling into place, and I can't help but feel like it's all for my benefit. Bursting into Ciara’s house, I tossed my purse onto the sofa and set off in search of her through the various rooms.
"Ciara!" I called out eagerly, excitement bubbling within me. "Ciara!"
She emerged from the indoor gym, her face flushed with exertion and sweat glistening on her skin. "You're about to bring the house down with all that yelling, girl!"
Chuckling, I seized her hand and pulled her into the living room, her laughter mingling with mine as she dabbed at her perspiring forehead with a napkin. "What's going on?" she asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Did your father finally apologize to you?"
I scoffed, a bitter edge creeping into my tone. "Probably no
