Yara’s hands trembled more than usual.
She hadn’t seen Adam’s handwriting in ten years.
"Did you ever wonder?"
She dropped the letter as if it burned her.
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Silence pressed against the walls of her small apartment.
"This is a mistake. It can’t be him."
But the ache in her chest disagreed.
She made tea with shaking hands, staring out the window.
The fog outside mirrored her thoughts.
Adam — the only one who knew what silence meant.
She had rejected him in fear, not truth.
"You deserved better than a broken thing like me," she whispered aloud.
But the past wasn’t done with her.
And neither was Adam.