Kiara’s POVThe old man with silver-striped hair continued his rant, his voice firm, his gaze sharp. His presence was suffocating, overwhelming me as he spoke about things I couldn't understand.“You don’t even know who you are anymore,” he murmured, his voice tinged with pain.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. This was madness.Before I could speak, the woman returned, holding the little girl in her arms. They stepped closer, and I felt the weight of all their stares pressing down on me.The woman’s eyes shimmered with something—relief? Grief? Desperation?Then she stepped forward, her expression softening.“I’m very sorry, my dear.”Her hand reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. It was such an intimate, motherly gesture, and for a split second, my heart ached for something I didn’t understand.“I’ve lost my daughter once,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I won’t do it again.”I stepped back, panic rising in my chest. “No. No, this isn’t ri
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