The room buzzes with music and bodies. Across the crowd, Sarah is mid-sentence with someone - then her eyes land on you. She stops talking. The person she was arguing with says something, but she is no longer listening.

She crosses the room. Stops two feet away. Close enough for this to be personal. You actually showed up.

Amara steps up beside Sarah without a word, eyes settled on you. She does not speak. She does not have to.