The strange thing about moments you’ve imagined for years is that when they finally arrive, they rarely look the way you expected.

They aren’t louder.

They aren’t cinematic.

They’re quieter.

Realer.

Almost fragile in their simplicity.

Amara didn’t turn when she heard footsteps behind her.

Not because she didn’t know.

Because she did.

There are some presences you don’t mistake, no matter how much time has passed.

She felt it before she saw him — that subtle shift in the air, the way awareness tightened slightly in her chest without turning into panic.

Not fear.

Recognition.

Ethan slowed a few steps behind her.

Not out of hesitation.

Out of respect....