Love is a perplexing term. Its meaning shifts with the hands that hold it. The love that once held Nura bruised her, even as it caressed her. It brought nothing but confusing thoughts and a wave of nausea that rose in her throat. When Musa waltzed into her life, he introduced a different kind of love, one that didn't leave the taste of tears on her tongue. His love held her tenderly and steered her into a rhythm of vulnerability and refuge. In Musa, Nura finds a love that doesn't break her but begins to rebuild her. Yet, as she steps into this new chapter, she wonders if she can truly let go of the past, with its shadows still clinging to her. Will Musa help her rediscover herself, or will the wounds of her past remain? Disclaimer: This story touches on themes of child abuse and domestic violence. Reader discretion is advised.