CHAPTER 67: WHAT YURIA FEARS

The night after the fall, I found Yuria on the roof. She didn’t speak at first.

Just sat barefoot on the cold stone, eyes tracing the stars.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No."

"Want to talk?"

She shook her head.

But after a while, she whispered, "I’m scared you’re going to win."

I blinked. "That’s a new one."

She smiled bitterly. "Because if you win, it means we’ll have to live. Rebuild. Forgive. And I don’t know if I can."

I didn’t say anything.

Just sat beside her.

And let the silence say we’d figure it out together.