‎CONTINUATION 

                  THE SILENT TRUTH
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‎Chapter Two — 
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‎Reality returned slowly.
‎The cold air, the chirping of birds, the distant cries of babies   all sounded different now.
‎The world felt quieter, almost fragile.
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‎Amara sat up, her head pounding, her breath unsteady.
‎Her eyes found the paper again, lying quietly on the floor.
‎The word positive no longer looked like a death sentence   just ink,
‎yet heavy ink that had changed everything.
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‎For a long time, she stared at the ceiling in silence.
‎Then, softly, she whispered,
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‎“I need to know.”
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‎That was her first step   not toward revenge, not toward denial, but toward understanding.
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‎Amara began to write names 
‎every man she had ever trusted,
‎every moment that had once felt safe.
‎One of them had done this.
‎One of them had known.
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‎The thought burned, but somehow, it gave her strength.
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‎A week later, she returned to the clinic.
‎She needed answers   not only from the doctor, but from the truth itself.
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‎The doctor welcomed her gently.
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‎ “You came back,” the woman said with a soft smile.
‎“Yes,” Amara replied quietly. “I need to understand what’s living inside me.”
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‎They talked for hours   about treatment, about how HIV works,
‎and about how people still live long, healthy lives when they take their medication faithfully.
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‎For the first time, Amara learned that the virus was not the end.
‎It was not a curse.
‎It was something she could fight   not with anger, but with care.
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‎And that was when she knew what she had to do: she had to search for the truth.
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‎--- To be continued 

WRITTEN BY UMORU DANIELA JOHN 
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