After a long, draining nap, Amara dragged herself out of bed with a heaviness sitting on her shoulders.Her mind felt foggy, her heart exhausted. The week had been chaotic — too many emergencies, too many emotions, too many responsibilities. The girls needed comfort, unity, and warmth. Something to remind them they weren’t drowning alone.So she headed straight to the kitchen.Cooking always calmed her. The soft rhythm of chopping vegetables, the aroma of spices sizzling, the comfort of creating something nourishing — it grounded her.Tonight, she wanted to surprise the girls.She seasoned the chicken with curry, garlic, ginger, and a hint of thyme. The pot simmered, releasing a rich, warm aroma that filled every corner of their penthouse. She prepared steamed rice, sliced fresh avocados, and tossed together spinach salad with lemon and honey dressing.The “Finance House,” as Lila proudly called it, felt peaceful for once.As she stirred the sauce one last time, the doorbell rang — sh
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