Amara POV
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across my room. I stretched, feeling the tightness in my muscles from the previous day’s exertions.
Today was a new day, and despite the ever-present undercurrent of unease, I felt a spark of optimism.
As I made my way to breakfast, the house was unusually quiet. The silence was a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle.
Grandmother had left early for a meeting, leaving us to our own devices. I found him at the table, sipping his tea and reading the morning paper.
“Good morning, Grandfather,” I greeted, sliding into my seat.
He looked up, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “Good morning, Amara. Ready for another day?”
I nodded, though some of me still felt the weight of his warning about staying vigila
