Omar stood at Zina's doorstep, his heart heavy with memories of the day she had run away. As she opened the door, their eyes met, and a flood of emotions passed between them.
Zina sat on the edge of her bed, her head swirling with confusion and fragments of memories that refused to fit together. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her heart since waking up in the hospital with no recollection of who she was or where she came from. The only constant in this sea of uncertainty was Omar, the kind and caring man who had been by her side.
As she looked at him sitting across from her, a wave of questions flooded her mind. Why was he so familiar to her? Why did his presence bring her a sense of comfort and safety that she couldn't quite explain? And most importantly, why had she been so nice to him when she couldn't remember anything about their past together?
