Anna passed away on the 22nd, a week after Damian's wedding. The woman lying in the hospital bed had a serene expression in her sleep, masking the immense pain she had endured in life.

I was numb from crying. My best friend, a vibrant and living person, had vanished from this world just like that. Handling her affairs, I found a small consolation in knowing that she had me, her friend, to take care of things for her.

While sorting through Anna’s belongings at her home, I found a notebook in her study. It was her diary. After reading a few pages, I decided to keep it, intending to show...