The evening breeze whispered gently as Evalina opened the back window of the old house. The twilight glow slowly poured in, casting long shadows across the wooden floor.

Inside her mother’s room, Evalina was tidying an old drawer that hadn’t been opened in years. Her fingers brushed against aged letters, faded diaries, and dusty photo albums. But when she shifted a stack of books, something hard caught her attention at the bottom of the drawer—a brown envelope, tightly sealed.

On the back, a single sentence was written in italic handwriting:

> “For Evalina. Read this when you’ve become a mother and begin to question everything.”

Evalina swallowed hard. Her hands...