Resolve

The estate was quiet. Unlike the grand halls of the main house, where power was flaunted like a badge of honor, this place held only ghosts of the past.

My home.

The place where my mother used to hum soft lullabies, where my father's voice once echoed through the halls, filled with warmth and authority. But now, it was nothing more than a hollow shell, a remnant of a life that had been stolen from me.

I walked slowly, the wooden floors creaking beneath my feet. The dust in the air carried memories—ones I had buried deep inside me, locked away in the darkest corners of my mind. I didn't stop in my own room. I didn't even glance at it. Instead, I walked past the studies, the guest chambers, the places where laughter once existed but had long since faded into silence.

Then, I reached it.

The door to my parents' room.