The front door clicked shut behind Amina with a sound that felt far louder than it should have. She stood in the entryway, rain droplets still clinging to her jacket, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. The hurt radiating from her was palpable — raw, deep, and directed at both of us. She looked smaller than usual, shoulders hunched, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to hold her broken pieces together.
Elias took a slow step forward, his face etched with regret and love in equal measure. “Amina… sweetheart, sit down. Please. We’ll tell you everything.”
Amina didn’t move. Her gaze flicked between us, sharp and accusatory. “Everything? You mean how long you’ve been f*****g my best friend behind my back? In our house? In the bed where I used to crawl in when I had nig
