The weeks apart had hardened us in unexpected ways. Distance had forced reflection, patience, and a kind of quiet determination neither David nor Amara had anticipated. But even after revelations and reassurances, the ultimate test of our promise was yet to come.
It arrived one afternoon when Amara returned to the city. I had been pacing nervously, counting down the minutes, my heart hammering in anticipation. The thought of seeing her again, face to face, filled me with hope, but also a deep, nagging fear: what if things had changed? What if the promise, despite our best intentions, couldn’t survive the final hurdle?
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