Chapter 102: Eira's Past
Eira's diary in his hands felt heavier.
The pages had grown familiar, yet every new entry revealed a fresh wound—a piece of a past he hadn't seen or had willfully ignored.
He turned the page carefully, the faint creak of the binding broke the silence.
The words stared back at him, a grim confession penned by a younger Eira:
Today was worse. Konrad made me food, and I thought maybe—just maybe—he wasn't angry anymore. I ate quickly, trying to finish before he changed his mind. But as soon as I swallowed the last bite, he forced me to the bathroom. He grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. He told me I needed to throw it all up. He said I didn't deserve to keep it. This wasn't the first time. It happened while Marion was in the hospital. I wanted to tell her, but she was too sick. I didn't want her to worry about me.
