As the car made its way home, Aisha sat quietly, gazing out the window, her mind racing. The mention of the evening party had left a subtle ache in her chest—a reminder of the countless times she’d been left out of Omar's social gatherings. She tried to dismiss the feeling, reminding herself that she’d grown accustomed to it. But tonight, something felt different.

Once they reached home, Aisha headed to her room, hoping not to overthink things. She resolved to settle in for a quiet evening as usual. Yet, as she began to unwind, Omar’s voice startled her.