I pushed the front door open, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The house was quiet. I glanced around, my eyes landing on the maid who was dusting the living room shelves.
“Is Rami home?” I asked, already knowing the answer but hoping anyway.
She shook her head, her expression apologetic. “Not yet, madam.”
I sighed, slipping off my shoes and heading upstairs to my room. The day had been long, and all I wanted was to unwind. I changed into something more comfortable, the soft fabric of my pajamas a welcome relief against my skin. Grabbing my phone, I flopped onto the bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media.
It was mindless at first—memes, food pics, the usual. But then, something caught my eye. A video thumbnail with Rami’s face. My heart s
