Standing in front of her father's tomb, Amaya knelt down, her fingers trembling as she placed the white lilies gently at the base of the stone. She bowed her head, heart heavy, while Daniel mirrored her actions, rising slowly as Amaya remained on the ground, her gaze locked onto the engraved name Leon Sapphirus.
"It's been ten years, papa, ten long years without you by my side, and nine months since I last stood here," she whispered, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. A gentle breeze swept through the cemetery, swaying her hair and dress, causing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. "I don't even know how I'm surviving. The choices I made—I can't tell if they were right or wrong. All I feel is the weight of my failures, the disappointment I brought you in these nine months."
