Amara—Emily—sighed, her gaze drifting to the moonlit sky. “After the accident, I was lost between worlds. But I was given a choice, a rare and precious gift. To live again, not as I was, but anew.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, a storm of emotions too vast to contain. “And you chose this? A life without us?”

Her voice broke slightly. “It wasn’t an easy choice, but it was the only one. I couldn’t come back and be the same. It was my chance to start over.

I wanted to be angry, to shout at the injustice, but all I felt was a profound sense of love and sorrow. “I never stopped loving you,” I whispered.

Amara reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, a touch both familiar and foreign. “And I, you. That part of me will always remember. But she must also let go.”