Nina's POV

　　It didn't take me long to make the decision.

　　As I finished reading my mother's letter, time seemed to stand still. The words seared into my mind, exposing a painful truth: my father's hands were stained with her blood.

　　The weight of his betrayal crushed me. He had crafted an intricate facade of lies, hiding his guilt behind a mask of innocence. And I, oblivious to the truth, had lived with that deception for so long.

　　There was ...