But she died a while ago.
And he would’ve eventually realized that.
I force myself to read every entry. Every attempt.
Every message.
Every step he took to find me.
And every step hedidn’ttake... toward Rohi. Toward Canada.
A flicker of hope rises in my chest. Weak. Pathetic. I crush it.Hard.
Then I see it.
The wedding preparations.
So, Vikram and Ishika finally tied the knot.
Not surprising. It was only a matter of time.
But what follows? Isn’t so predictable.
Advik and Aarohi.
Reuniting.
There’s a note. A picture.
Them kissing in a parking lot.
My chest tightens, but—absurdly—I chuckle. A small, bitter sound.
Then I scroll further.
They went into a room together. At the farmhouse where the wedding was held.
The photos cut off.
The notes take over.
Thirty minutes, Sahil wrote.
They were inside forthirty minutes.
Afterward, Advik met with Vikram and Ishika.
Then there’s an audio file.
The note attached says only:You’ll want to hear this.
Would I, now?
I hesitate. Then press play.
The recording is staticky but clear enough. Sahil must’ve used a shotgun mic. Persistent bastard.
And then—I hear it.
