Lisbon welcomed her home like a warm embrace.

The moment Amara stepped out of the airport, she felt it — the calm air, the sea breeze, the soft chatter of people who didn’t know her name. No flashing cameras, no whispered gossip. Just peace.

Beatriz was waiting near the arrivals gate with open arms. “There you are, my shining star,” she said, hugging her tightly. “New York didn’t swallow you after all.”

Amara laughed softly, resting her head briefly on the older woman’s shoulder. “I told you it wouldn’t. It lost that power over me a long time ago.”

Beatriz pulled back and studied her face. “You look different.”

“How...