𝖲𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗒a 𝗌𝗉𝗎n 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇d, 𝗁𝖾r 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌e 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇g 𝗂n 𝗁𝖾r 𝖾𝖺𝗋s, a thunderous rhythm that drowned out everything else.
A woman stood at the doorway, her tears-filled eyes fixed on Sumaya with a gaze so intense it felt as though the woman were memorizing every detail of her face, as if she had been waiting for this moment forever.
She was striking—her long, straight dark hair cascaded down her back, smooth and streaked with silver strands that shimmered in the light. Her face held an ethereal beauty, delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and lips that trembled slightly as if holding back unspoken words. But it was her eyes that sent a jolt through Sumaya.
Green. Deep, vivid green—just like hers.
