I keep repeating the events of that night in my head. The screaming never really stops. It clings like smoke in your lungs, like something that doesn’t belong to you but refuses to leave. Every time I think I’ve outrun it, it pulls me back in. Same moment, same sound. Over, and over, and over.

And just like that, we found our home. That’s what I remember. Back then, he was very fond of Gurdava, and excited he got sent out here. If anything, he was trying to earn his place in it. I guess he only liked it when it was unattainable, as if he likes the chase more than the result.

There’s something behind that smile… something people either don’t see or don’t want to.
 It’s strange how everyone judges the daughter, but barely questions the mother.
 …Not me. I’ll figure you out eventually.