The strange thing about moments you’ve imagined for years is that when they finally arrive, they rarely look the way you expected.
They aren’t louder.
They aren’t cinematic.
They’re quieter.
Realer.
Almost fragile in their simplicity.
Amara didn’t turn when she heard footsteps behind her.
Not because she didn’t know.
Because she did.
There are some presences you don’t...