The next morning, as the sun peeked through the windows of the small cabin, Samira was up early, sitting by the fire, sipping from a steaming cup of tea. Lila joined her shortly after, her movements quiet and deliberate, as if she had been awake for hours, observing everything. For a while, the two women sat in comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of nature filling the space between them. Lila watched Samira closely, her sharp eyes catching the faint lines of exhaustion under Samira’s eyes, the weariness in her posture. She knew what Samira had been going through, the weight she had been carrying, even if Alex didn’t fully understand it yet. After a while, Lila broke the silence. “Samira,” she began, her voice calm and steady, “I’ve been watching you these past few days. You’re strong, incredibly so, but… are you sure this is where you want to be?” Samira looked at her, confusion flickering across her face. “What do you mean?” Lila leaned forwar
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