Amara came again.
This time serious.
"No games today," she said.
"I'm listening."
She hesitated.
"Someone is pushing you forward."
That caught my attention.
"What do you mean?"
"Your father had enemies."
Pause.
"But he also had protectors."
That was new.
"Who?"
"They don't show themselves."
"Why help me?"
Her answer was chilling.
"To see if you're worth protecting."
That felt heavier than any threat.
Because protection also means judgment.
And I was still being evaluated.