Our house became a place where certain memories lived only in silence.
I grew up carrying a quiet sense that part of my life had been sealed away before I could understand it. My parents never spoke about that day again. When I was older, I tried asking questions, but the answers never came. Even the police records from that time were difficult to access.
Life moved forward, as it does. I married, raised children, and watched my family grow. Yet somewhere inside, there was always the feeling that a chapter of my story had been missing. Sometimes I would look at my reflection and wonder whether Ella might have looked the same if she had grown older beside me.
