The storm we had been weathering didn’t announce itself with thunder or lightning. It came quietly, in small, undeniable truths that neither of us could ignore.
It started when Amara finally opened up, her voice trembling yet determined. “David… I need to tell you something,” she said one evening during a call. My heart pounded — I wasn’t sure if I was bracing for relief or heartbreak.
“What is it?” I asked, gripping the phone as if it were a lifeline.
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