LOGINThe days continued to pass.The seasons changed.School once again became the center of Hazel's world.There were drawing assignments.New friends.Small arguments over who got the swing first.Stories about teachers she thought were too strict.The life of a five-year-old moved quickly.And just as Aurora and Darius had expected, Dante's name slowly began to fade.Not because Hazel had completely forgotten him.But because life kept moving forward.There were no more questions about Uncle Dante.No more waiting by the window.No more hopes of seeing a strange car stop in front of the house.His name became part of the past.Stored away in a small corner of a child's memory.And perhaps that was for the best.Four months later.That morning began like any other.Aurora was having breakfast with Hazel.Meanwhile, Darius had already taken several work calls.Hazel was enthusiastically talking about a school project she had to finish the following week."Mommy, do you know what happened?
Darius was momentarily surprised by Aurora's words.But a few seconds later, he understood what she meant.Hazel could not spend months waiting for someone who would never come back.Not like Vivian, who had once spent years trapped in a never-ending wait.Aurora didn't want that to happen to her daughter.Hazel stared at the card in her hands.Then bit her lower lip.The little girl fell silent.As though she were trying to understand something far too big for her age.Darius watched his daughter.Then walked over and crouched down until they were eye level."Daddy has a question."Hazel immediately looked at him."What is it?""If one of your friends moves to another school, does that mean they're no longer your friend?"Hazel thought for a moment.Then shook her head."No.""Why not?""Because they're still my friend."A small smile appeared on Darius's face."It's the same with Uncle Dante."Hazel blinked.As though she was beginning to understand."Even if he goes away?""Even if
"Where is he?"But the answer that came next made him freeze."We found him too late."Darius didn't understand at first.Until the voice on the other end spoke again."Dante passed away a week ago."All the sounds around him seemed to fade into the distance.Hazel was still talking in the living room.Aurora was still sitting beside the dollhouse.But Darius couldn't hear any of it anymore."When?""Eight days ago."Darius closed his eyes for a moment."How?""His condition deteriorated rapidly."The man on the other end shuffled through several documents."We found the hospital records."Darius said nothing."He was admitted three days before he died."The voice sounded farther away with every word."And no family members came to see him."Darius's jaw tightened.Because for some reason, that was the part that disturbed him the most.Dante had died alone.After everything.After all the mistakes he had made.After losing nearly everything in his life.After trying to repair what lit
Hazel's question left both Aurora and Darius silent.Darius looked at his daughter for a few seconds.Then he gave a small smile."Of course."Hazel looked relieved."Then Daddy can call Uncle Dante later."A weight settled in Darius's chest.Because even then, he had already tried.Again and again.But Dante seemed to have vanished from the world.Hazel's birthday arrived faster than any of them expected.The Harrington residence was filled with balloons, ribbons, and the laughter of children.Hazel's classmates arrived with their parents.The backyard had been transformed into a cheerful little playground.Aurora worked hard to make sure everything was perfect.Darius had even canceled several important meetings for the occasion.Because Hazel would only turn five once.And they wanted to make it memorable.Hazel wore a light green dress.Her mother's favorite color.Her long hair was decorated with matching ribbons.The little girl looked happy.At least on the surface.But Aurora
Darius's question lingered in the air for a long time.Dante lowered his head for a moment.His gaze fell to the family drawing still clutched in his hand.Then he smiled faintly."Tell her I'm traveling."Darius frowned."That's a lie.""Maybe.""Dante."He shrugged."Hazel is still young."Darius still didn't like the answer.But Dante clearly had no intention of changing his mind."I don't want her to be sad and remember me as someone who died."His voice was calm."I want her to remember me as someone who used to give her gifts."Darius didn't answer immediately.Because the longer he spoke with Dante, the clearer it became that the man had already accepted something no one else was ready to accept.Perhaps not even Darius himself.Dante walked toward the door.Their meeting seemed to be truly over.As his hand touched the doorknob, he paused.Then, without turning around, he said,"Thank you for coming."Darius remained silent."And thank you for loving Hazel."The words were sim
Darius continued staring at the photograph displayed on his phone screen.Dante was sitting alone on a sidewalk.In his hands was the family drawing Hazel had given him.The only thing that seemed truly precious to him.Darius turned off the screen and rose from his chair.The decision took only a few seconds.Because there was one thing he simply could not accept.Dante could give up on himself.But he had no right to give up when there was still a chance to fight.Two days later.A black car stopped in front of an old building on the outskirts of the city.Darius stepped out alone.No bodyguards.No driver.Just himself.The address had come from the report he had received.A small rented house.The building looked worn down.The paint was peeling from the walls.Far from the kind of place where someone battling a serious illness should be living.Darius knocked on the door.There was no answer.He waited.A few moments later, footsteps sounded from inside.The door slowly opened.D







