Everyone sat in silence, the weight of the night pressing down on them like an unshakable burden. Stella slept peacefully by the fire, her chest rising and falling softly as if untouched by the horrors she had relived. Gedeon remained at her side, his eyes red from crying, fresh tears silently falling. Aydin knelt next to him and handed him a small ration of food. Gedeon didn’t touch it, his gaze fixed on Stella. “It’s all my fault,” Gedeon whispered, his voice thick with grief. Aydin sat on the other side of Stella, facing him. “No,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “It’s my fault. I never should have left. If I’d stayed… I could’ve saved her.” Gedeon clenched his fists. “You had no choice. I did.” He turned to Aydin, guilt etched deep into his face. “We had a stupid fight—about wha

