AMARA'S POV
I lifted my head slowly, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop rolling down my cheeks. My eyes widened when I saw who stood in front of me.
It was him.
The janitor.
Not in his blue uniform this time, but in simple dark jeans and a white shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked taller, stronger… different. Almost normal. But I knew who he was.
My lips trembled. “You?” I whispered. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t smirk. He didn’t mock me for the lie I had thrown around at school. Instead, he leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, calm, almost gentle.
“I came to see my sister,” he said, voice low. “She’s in another ward.”
I blinked, confused. That wasn’t what I expected. I thought he would scold me. I thought he would be angry. Instead, he lower
