Author’s POV

The morning carried an unusual stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Siya sat curled up on the couch, her knees drawn close to her chest, her phone resting quietly in her palm. The screen was dark, yet her eyes remained fixed—lost, distant, burdened. Her thoughts were tangled in memories and unspoken pain, her heart weighed down by a decision she had been fighting for days.