The next morning started slow and heavy. The sun climbed behind thick clouds, casting a dim, uncertain light over the compound. I sat by the window, staring out at the dew-drenched garden, my mind still processing my parents’ proposal.We had talked late into the night. They had urged me to give Tom time — time to process his decisions, time to think.“Perhaps something is going on in his life that you do not know of,” my father had said. “Maybe he needs to work through that before he reconsiders his marriage.”Those words echoed in my mind now. They had come after I finally opened up about everything that had happened between Tom and me.“It’s a good thing he hasn’t chased you out of the house,” Father had added. “At least you still have a place to call home. Go back, and wait.”Behind me, the smell of tea filled the air. Rosa was busy in the kitchen, making breakfast.My little sister appeared, still drowsy from sleep. I watched her move gracefully across the floor, light on her fee
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