Ayra’s POV
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And for a moment, so did I.
A single tear slipped down my cheek.
Before I even realized, another followed… and then another.
I couldn’t breathe right. I couldn’t understand how he had survived carrying this kind of pain. How he never said a word.
I reached for the next letter, expecting more words—but it was just a plain sheet, splattered with what looked like red paint, smeared like a stain that refused to fade. And at the bottom, scrawled in barely legible handwriting:
"Why did she leave?"
I blink my eyes rapidly, gulping down the sob threatening to slip out. My vision was blurring now.
I couldn’t stop.
I opened another letter, praying for it to be lighter. But it wasn’t.
"Mom, Dad went for a business trip. Then Aunt Celine and Aunt Rosaline came to my room. Th
