Rami had just finished telling me about his past, I felt nothing. No sympathy, no pity. Just a cold, hard truth settling in my chest. "I don’t feel sorry for you," I said, my voice sharp, cutting through the silence. "And your past isn’t an excuse for the way you’ve behaved."
He looked at me, his expression unreadable. "I wasn’t trying to make excuses," he said, his tone calm but firm. "I just wanted to tell you the truth. Because the girl in the picture… it’s Bayan."
My breath caught in my throat. Bayan. The name hit me like a slap. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor. "What are you saying?" I demanded, my voice rising. My mind raced, piecing together the implications of his words. Bayan. His first love. The one who had disappeared from his life, leaving behind a vo
