The room felt frozen in time.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody even seemed to breathe.
The laptop screen glowed softly in the darkness.
And on that screen—
Aarya's mother stared back at her.
Alive.
Not a photograph.
Not a memory.
Not a dream.
Alive.
Aarya couldn't stop crying.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Twenty years.
Twenty years of believing her mother was gone forever.
Twenty years of birthdays spent missing her.
Twenty years of unanswered questions.
And now—
she was here.
Speaking directly to her.
Jungkook sat beside her.
Silent.
One hand wrapped around hers.
Steady.
Warm.
Grounding.
Because he knew.
He understood.
No words could possibly help right now.
On the screen—
her mother smiled sadly.
As if she could somehow see the tears.
As
