Chapter 63

Syria’s POV

The chaos had finally died down.

The shouting, the scuffling, the confusion…it was all over, leaving behind only a heavy, suffocating silence that pressed against my chest.

My heart was still racing when my uncle came closer to me.

He reached out and gently took my hand.

I could feel how cold his skin was against mine, how steady he was while I trembled all over.

He started rubbing small circles on my knuckles, like he was trying to soothe me.

I could see the way he forced his