—And… did you succeed?
I stared at him.
Then I looked at the dilapidated house, the rusty gate, the abandoned yard…
And for the first time in years… I no longer felt that knot in my chest.
—Yes —I answered in a low voice.
The girl took a step towards me.
“I… didn’t know anything,” she said. “But… if you’re my sister… I’d like to meet you.”
His words surprised me.
There was sincerity in her voice. No inherited guilt. No judgment.
Just curiosity… and a kind of affection that was born without a past.
I looked at her for a long time.
And then… I smiled, but this time not coldly.
“Maybe… in another life,” I replied softly.
She lowered her gaze, sad… but understanding.
