(Karen’s POV – Past and Present interwoven)

The city looks different now.

Or maybe I do.

Every street feels quieter, cleaner somehow — like the chaos that once lived in every corner of my life has finally taken a deep breath and let go. But peace, I’ve learned, doesn’t erase the past. It only makes room for its echoes.

It’s been six months since I sent that email to Yasmin.

No reply. Not even a delivery confirmation.

At first, I checked my inbox every morning. Then, once a week. ...