Life had begun to settle again.

After all the chaos and fear of the past weeks, Maya found herself slowly returning to her normal routine. Each morning, she woke up early, brewed a quiet cup of tea, and made her way to the design studio. Work brought a strange kind of peace—a rhythm that helped her focus, breathe, and remember who she was.

At the studio, she poured her heart into her designs. Though most days were filled with fabric swatches, sketches, and client fittings, her thoughts often drifted to Anika—her daughter. Her daughter. The words still felt new, still made her heart race with a mix of joy and...