Chapter 51

The profound hush that enveloped the room spoke volumes, unraveling a truth more poignant than words could ever convey. In the weighty quietude, I found my answer—his reticence was an admission in itself. The secrets he harbored lay buried beneath the shroud of unspoken sentences.

It was a revelation that left me grappling with a maelstrom of emotions. The one responsible for inflicting those painful injuries upon her delicate form was none other than my own mother. The realization, though shocking, stirred not just a storm of anger and disbelief within me, but also a gnawing curiosity.

Yet, amidst the turmoil of this revelation, a veil of confusion lingered. My mother, a woman of compassion and reason, was an enigma in this narrative of pain. She wasn't the sort to embark upon such a ruthless course without a purpose—her actions were usually underpinned by a rationale that others might fail to perceive. Thus, the question that tugged at the edges of my consciousness was simple but pr