CHAPTER 41

Amari Fleur's Point Of View

SIX YEARS AFTER.

At the moment, I am preoccupied with the task of sorting and organizing my personal belongings within my living space. I have taken the initiative to carefully place each item into a designated box labeled "for donation." This is a common practice that my household and I frequently engage in, where we make a conscious effort to declutter and rid ourselves of any possessions that no longer serve a practical purpose every three months.

Upon hearing my phone ring, I immediately paused my current task and reached for it. Upon checking the caller ID, I found it was Klaus. A smile spread across my face as I answered the call, and I could hear him singing on the other end as he greeted me.

"Did I do well? How was my singing?"

Klaus asked me a question from the other line, and I smiled before answering.

"That was a great song! I've noticed you sing something new every week. Why is that?"

I asked Klaus,

"Are you laughing?"

I heard his laug