AMARA POV
“Amara!”
Mum yelled my name like it was an insult.
I stopped at the doorway, my entire body shaking with adrenaline and anger. Slowly… I turned around.
“Don’t call my name,” I said flatly.
Her eyes widened, shocked that I dared to speak back.
For once…I didn’t care.
“You have no right to ask anything from me,” I snapped, and without waiting for their reaction, I walked out of the ward.
The moment the door closed behind me, tears finally spilled out.
But not tears of pain.
Not fear.
Not guilt.
Tears of release.
For the first time in my life, I had stood up for myself.
For the first time, I didn’t let them treat me like a spare part.
My chest felt light and heavy at the same time. I needed air. Space. Something that belonged to me.
And only one person’s name echoed
