Her Song, His Heart

Tangled Threads

The days following Mannon’s confrontation with Jordan were a whirlwind. She stayed by Amara’s side, helping her prepare for the baby while keeping a close eye on her best friend’s emotional state.

Amara hadn’t heard from Jordan yet, but Mannon could tell she was waiting for the phone to buzz, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Meanwhile, Mannon’s own emotions were running high, torn between anger at Jordan and hope that he might finally step up.

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The Unexpected Call

It was late afternoon when Mannon’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number.

“Hello?” she answered cautiously.

“Mannon, it’s Jordan,” came the hesitant reply.

Her grip on the phone tightened. “What do you want?”

There was a pause. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he began. “And you’re right. I screwed up. Big time.”

Mannon’s heart raced, but she kept her voice steady. “Go on.”

“I want to talk to Amara,” he said. “I want to apologize… and try to fix things. If she’ll let me.”

Mannon’s breath caught. This was what she’d been hoping for, but it also filled her with unease. “Jordan, you need to understand something,” she said. “This isn’t about you anymore. It’s about that baby. If you’re not serious, don’t bother showing up.”

“I am serious,” he insisted. “I want to be there for them.”

Mannon studied his tone, searching for any hint of doubt. He sounded genuine, but she knew words weren’t enough.

“Alright,” she said finally. “But you’re doing this her way. No pressure, no expectations. Just show her you’re willing to try.”

“I will,” he promised.

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The Meeting

The next day, Jordan showed up at Amara’s apartment, looking nervous but determined. Mannon had warned him to tread carefully, and he seemed to have taken her advice.

Amara opened the door, her expression a mix of surprise and apprehension. “Jordan,” she said softly.

“Amara,” he replied, his voice heavy with emotion. “Can I come in?”

She glanced at Mannon, who gave her an encouraging nod. Then she stepped aside to let him in.

Mannon stayed in the background, giving them space but keeping a watchful eye.

“I’m sorry,” Jordan began, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “For everything. For walking away. For not being there when you needed me. I was scared, but that’s no excuse. You deserved better.”

Amara crossed her arms, her face unreadable. “And now?”

“Now… I want to be here,” he said earnestly. “For you. For the baby. I know I can’t undo what I did, but I want to make it right.”

Amara’s eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Mannon thought she might break down. But instead, she straightened her shoulders.

“This isn’t about me forgiving you, Jordan,” she said quietly. “This is about the baby. If you’re serious, you’ll prove it with actions, not words.”

“I understand,” he said, his voice steady. “And I will. Whatever it takes.”

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Later That Night

After Jordan left, Amara sank onto the couch, her emotions a tangled mess. Mannon sat beside her, waiting patiently for her to speak.

“What if he lets us down again?” Amara whispered.

Mannon took her hand. “Then you’ll get through it, just like you have so far. But maybe… just maybe, he’s ready to change.”

Amara nodded, though her expression remained uncertain. “I guess we’ll see.”

Mannon stayed silent, offering her presence as a source of comfort. Deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated.