The rain had been falling since morning, turning the narrow streets into glistening ribbons of grey. Mira stood by the window, tracing invisible patterns on the fogged glass, her thoughts drifting far beyond the quiet town she had known all her life. Somewhere in the distance, a train whistle echoed—a sound that always made her heart ache with a strange longing she couldn't quite explain.
On the table behind her lay the letter. Its edges were worn, as though it had been opened and closed too many times in hesitation. She hadn't meant to find it; it had slipped out from between the pages of an old book in the attic. But now that she had read it, everything felt different.
The words were simple, yet they carried a weight that unsettled her. A name she had never heard before. A place she had never been. And a question that lingered like a shadow in her mind.
Mira turned away from the window, her gaze settling once more on the letter. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for it, unsure whether she was ready to face what it might lead her to discover.
Because if the letter was true, then everything she believed about her past was about to…