Her words stirred a disquiet within me—a longing to understand the unspoken, to peel back the layers of mystery that clung to my past like a shroud. “The only person who can truly explain this is Mr. Miller,” Amy said, shrugging as though accepting a fate beyond our control. “And perhaps Mrs. Green might know something, but she’s made it clear that she’ll never divulge anything about him.” Her tone was resigned, as if she, too, had learned long ago that some secrets were meant to remain buried.
“Then, Mia, why not try asking him again?” Claire urged gently, her gaze earnest as it searched my face for any sign of resolve. “Maybe this time, you’ll get an answer.” I hesitated, a sigh escaping me as I remembered the countless futile attempts, the cryptic evasions, and the silence that always
