Lucian
“My mother is frail,” Lydia said gently, her hand on the door as we stepped inside. “Please… don’t overwhelm her. She’s fluent in sign language, so I’ll translate everything she says. I know why you’ve come, and I was here when it all happened. I’ll give you a full account—from our side.”
She closed the door behind us with a soft click, sealing us in.
“After the incident,” she continued, her voice tightening with emotion, “my mother… shut down. She hasn't spoken since. The memory still haunts her.”
I nodded silently, understanding the weight of what we were walking into. The truth we sought came at a price—and for some, that price had been lingering grief.
Lydia led us down a narrow hallway to a modest bedroom. The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing a filtered stream of sunl
