The Truth They Tried to Hide
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I need to talk to someone…” Ivara whispered.
And there was only one person she could call.
Her elder sister.
Arohi.
The one who had always known everything about her.
Or at least… she thought so.
Her fingers quickly dialed the number.
“Ivara?” Arohi’s voice came, slightly surprised.
“You don’t usually call this late… everything okay?”
No.
Nothing was okay.
“Arohi…” her voice broke.
That was enough.
“Ivara? What happened?” Arohi asked instantly, her tone shifting into that familiar protective concern only a sister could have.
“I think… I’m remembering something.”
Silence.
Not confusion.
Not curiosity.
Just silence.
“Arohi… I saw him,” Ivara whispered.
“I don’t know how… but I did. And I think… I loved him.”
Her breath shook.
“I forgot someone… how is that even possible?”
On the other end—
Arohi didn’t reply.
And that silence—
felt wrong.
“Arohi?” she said softly.
“You’re scaring me.”
A pause.
Then—
“Ivara… listen to me carefully,” Arohi said.
Her voice was no longer warm.
It was controlled.
Tense.
“You’re just overwhelmed. You’ve been working too much.”
“No,” Ivara said immediately.
“This isn’t stress. I saw things… college… him… us…”
Her voice trembled.
“Arohi… who was he?”
Silence again.
Heavier this time.
More revealing.
“Some things are better left forgotten,” Arohi said finally.
Ivara froze.
“What?”
The words didn’t make sense.
They weren’t supposed to.
“Arohi… you remember him, don’t you?”
A long pause.
And that was enough.
Because sisters don’t stay silent like that…
unless they’re hiding something.
“Tell me the truth,” Ivara said.
This time, her voice didn’t shake.
Because now—
she knew.
“Ivara…” Arohi whispered.
And for the first time—
she sounded afraid.
“Just… stop.”
The word hit like a warning.
“Stop remembering.”
The call disconnected.
—
Miles away—
Arohi stood frozen.
Her younger sister’s voice still echoing in her head.
“She remembered…” she whispered.
Their mother turned sharply.
“What?”
Arohi swallowed hard.
“Ivara… she’s remembering him again.”
Their father’s expression darkened.
“No. That’s not possible.”
“But it is,” Arohi said.
“She saw him. She’s asking questions.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Their mother spoke slowly—
“We tried so hard to protect her…”
Arohi’s voice broke.
“She’s my sister… we can’t do this to her again.”
Again.
The word lingered.
Their father looked at her.
Cold.
“We’re not doing this to her.”
A pause.
“We’re doing this for her.”
And in that moment—
Arohi realized something terrifying.
This wasn’t protection anymore.
This was control.
—
Back in Saint John’s—
Ivara stood alone.
But now she knew one thing for sure.
Her sister—
the one person she trusted the most—
knew the truth.
And she was hiding it.
Which meant—
whatever Ivara was trying to remember…
was something her own family was afraid of.
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