"You know, Helga, I've seen fragments of who I used to be, those faded memories surfacing, and I wonder if they're all I have left to hold onto. If I were to die today, who would remember me? Maybe just you and Aron." Her voice was weary, touched with a fragility Helga hadn't heard before.
"I'm so tired, Helga. Always running—always setting a standard for others, this model of success, and for what? Somewhere in all that proving, I've forgotten who I really am."
