Yui stood by the hallway window, the night sky draping a dark velvet curtain across the estate grounds. Her eyes, heavy and shadowed, remained fixed on the garden below, but her mind was far from the present. She had seen too much. She had seen her son, Hugo, a man who once carried the coldest eyes, break into pieces after Lea's death. That kind of grief didn't lie. That kind of emptiness didn't grow in silence. It screamed of lost chances, of love left unspoken.
She sighed, her heart unbearably tight.
Yui finally realized something she had refused to believe for far too long. Her youngest son, Hugo Redrich, had lost his will to live.
