Mrs Smith leaned in and wrapped her arms around Hirvan, her eyes just as red as his. They cried together in silence, finally letting out the emotions they had kept locked away.
Why did this have to happen to them? Why did she have to lose her son? Why did Hirvan have to inhabit someone else's body against his will?
The guilt that had weighed on him all this time had grown into a mountain, slowly crushing him. But now, at last, he could release it. She didn't curse him, blame him, or demand the return of her son. None of that was said, yet Hirvan felt no less burdened.
If he could have been the kind of person who easily moved on from everything, he would've done so in his previous life. Instead, he took on the responsibility of raising the two kids, posing himself as the son of the old man and living as someone else all those years….
