She didn’t even have time to process it.
Only hours earlier, she had been preparing dinner. The children were doing homework. Everything felt normal.
Then he walked in.
Not alone.
A woman named Amara stood beside him—elegant, composed, almost unnervingly calm.
And him… unusually confident.
“It’s over. Take your things and leave.”
At first, she thought he was joking.
Then she saw the fear in her children’s eyes.
And she realized it was real.
“But… where are we supposed to go?” she asked softly, her voice shaking.
He shrugged.
