ZANA'S POVThe words blurred before my eyes the moment I finished reading the first sentence.If you are reading this, my daughter... then I failed.I could not breathe.My fingers tightened around the old journal until my knuckles turned white, but I barely noticed the pressure. My entire body trembled as those heartbreaking words echoed over and over inside my head. They were not just words written with ink on old paper. They were the last message my father had ever left for me, and every letter carried the weight of seventeen years of sorrow.The tears came before I could stop them.One moment I was trying to stay strong, and the next, I completely broke apart. Every painful memory I had buried inside myself suddenly burst free all at once. I thought about the years I had spent wondering why I had no parents, why my life had always been filled with danger, and why everyone kept hiding the truth from me. I thought about every lonely birthday, every sleepless night, and every moment
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