EPILOGUE

Some people survive quietly.

They walk through fire with their mouths shut, and no one ever sees the smoke in their lungs. They wake up every morning with battles still raging in their chest, but still brush their teeth, fold their clothes, answer politely, and carry on like the weight of the world doesn't tremble on their shoulders.

Some people live like ghosts in their own lives. Not because they want to disappear, but ...