Chapter 92 The Things Left Unsaid

• The sun was already high, but the air remained calm — soft and slightly humid, like the sky was still deciding whether it would scorch or simply simmer. Outside, the garden patio felt removed from the rest of the world. A private cocoon wrapped in the rustling of leaves and the distant buzz of a lazy bumblebee circling the hibiscus flowers.
• Zara stepped out barefoot, her robe now replaced with a soft ivory dress that brushed her knees. Her skin still carried the faint scent of lavender from her morning shower, though her eyes looked as though they hadn’t rested in days.
• Kemi had fallen asleep on the living room couch, curled into a throw blanket after laughing too hard at a cheesy romantic drama. Zara had used that window — that brief pocket of stillness — to slip away.