Fragments Of Us

She didn't die that night.
But part of her never made it home.

At nine, she lost everything-
her parents, her place in the world,
and the love of the six brothers who blamed her for it all.

They didn't scream.
They just stopped seeing her.
And silence can be the cruelest kind of punishment.

Eight years later, she's barely holding on-
quiet, invisible, forgotten.

But someone's finally noticing.
Too late?
Maybe.
Because grief doesn't just haunt the dead-
it buries the living too.