Adam exhaled slowly, the breath leaving his lungs with far more weight than he intended.
The memories of that year remained painfully vivid despite the passage of time.
No matter how many years had gone by, he could still remember every detail as though it had happened yesterday.
What made it worse was not merely the memory itself. It was the loss. A loss that had always remained irreplaceable.
At such a young age, he had lost so much that it had forced him to grow up long before he was ready.
While other children worried about school, friends, and simple dreams, he had been forced to learn how cruel reality could be. That tragedy had shaped him into the man he was today.
A man who trusted very few people. A man who never stopped searching for answers. Unfortunately, answers had never come.
