The house felt quiet. Lena stood by the door for a long moment after unlocking it. The familiar scent of the living room greeted her. She still looked pale. The hospital bracelet had only been removed that morning. Her body felt weak. Every step carried a dull ache through her stomach, reminding her of everything she had lost.

The doctor had told her to eat properly, rest, and avoid stress. As if grief listened to instructions. Lena lowered her bag to the floor and slowly walked further into the house. Her gaze drifted around the living room, staring at the little lamp at the side, and the framed picture of...