Krystal’s POV
The envelope felt heavier than it should have. Not because of its physical weight no, it was light as paper between my fingers. But it carried something far denser. A heaviness that didn’t rest on my hand but settled into my chest, creeping in like cold water seeping through cracks. My lungs tightened. My ribs felt like they were being squeezed by invisible hands. It was the kind of weight you felt when you already knew the truth wasn’t going to be kind.
Cecilia’s handwriting stared up at me — soft, delicate strokes shaped by hands that had once wiped away my childhood tears. The familiar curve of her letters brought back memories I had buried. Her voice echoed in my head, faint like a ghost. And suddenly, I didn’t want to read it. I didn’t want to know. Because once I open
