Peace, Amara would learn, is rarely uninterrupted.
It doesn’t exist in isolation.
It gets tested.
Measured.
Challenged.
The morning had been gentle.
Soft light.
Clear air.
A quiet kind of steadiness settling into her chest like something earned.
But by noon, the world began knocking again.
Her phone vibrated once.
Then twice.
Then continuously.
Not frantic.
But persistent.
Amara was in the studio when it...