𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Isaac Garcia was everything she hated, or so Amara Gaye Howard believed when she first encountered him in the wake of a devastating loss. Amara had once possessed the perfect life in New York-loving family, adoring sisters, and a sen...
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As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Amara slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the gentle embrace of the new day. The room was quiet, and the lingering warmth of sleep clung to her. She glanced around, her gaze settling on an empty side of the room where Jackie's bed remained neatly made.
Curiosity sparked, Amara sat up and stretched, her muscles protesting the sudden movement. With a yawn, she scanned the room, realizing that Jackie was nowhere to be found. The realization hit her—Jackie had already embarked on her morning run.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Amara's lips as she imagined Jackie, the embodiment of determination, embracing the early hours with her daily ritual. The rhythmic sound of footsteps and the cool morning breeze were Jackie's companions, and Amara couldn't help but admire her sister's commitment to fitness and routine.
Shrugging off the remnants of sleep, Amara swung her legs over the edge of the bed, ready to face the day that lay ahead.
She was about to make her way to the bathroom when she unexpectedly encountered Jordan. "Oh hey, Jordan."
"Hi, Amara. I thought it was Danny that was after me on schedule."
"Schedule?" she inquired, a hint of curiosity coloring her tone.
Isaac's voice chimed in as he emerged from his room, pointing to a board on the wall. "Yeah, our morning schedule, Red."
Amara furrowed her brow, feigning nonchalance. "And why didn't we know about it, Jackie and I?"
