-TAMARO- I was sitting on the bed when Akiro came in. He looked uneasy—his movements restless, his gaze unable to meet mine. I could feel the shift in the air. Something was wrong. I watched him silently, waiting. But inside, nerves curled tight in my chest. "Roo," he said, calling me gently, eyes landing on mine. There was something in his expression—wide, trembling, honest. But his eyes couldn't hide. "You have something to say?" I asked, steady but wary. He took a deep breath and sat beside me. His hands reached for mine. And then the tears came—quiet and sudden. I closed my eyes, and in that darkness, I already knew. "What's the problem, baby?" I asked gently, trying to understand him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Roo," he said, tears streaming down his cheeks. I let his eyes meet

