Chapter 14 Unspoken Tension

• The next morning, Amara woke up to the harsh light filtering through the blinds, blurring her thoughts. She lay still for a moment, her body heavy with sleep she hadn’t quite shaken off. Her mind kept replaying the conversation with Damian—the look in his eyes, the way the room had felt like it was holding its breath. She had never been good at figuring out people, especially him. But last night, for the first time, she wondered if maybe she wasn’t supposed to.
• Her phone buzzed, cutting through the quiet of the room. She reached for it, expecting another email from work or a message from her sister, but instead, it was a text from Damian.
• “Meet me in the office in an hour. We need to talk.”