The rain finally stopped, and the whole island smells like wet earth and blooming night flowers. Jasmine fell asleep curled against me while we listened to the tree frogs start their chorus. For the first time in a while, I let myself just... be still. Not planning the next meal, not scanning the tree line, not being the brave one. Just a girl listening to frogs with her sleeping sister. This place took so much from us, but it gave us these quiet moments too—where the only thing that matters is that we're together and safe for the night. The fear is always there, humming under everything, but tonight, for this hour, it feels far away.

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