It had been three weeks since Ravi’s funeral. The days felt heavier for Soni than she could bear. She sat in her dimly lit room, surrounded by pictures of them together ~ her best friend, her silent protector, and the one who had loved her more deeply than she ever realized.

The guilt gnawed at her, tearing her apart piece by piece. She couldn’t forgive herself for trusting Anirudh, a murderer, for not noticing Ravi’s pain. She had lost her best friend, and worse, she had been blind to the love he carried for her.

One evening, while cleaning out Ravi’s belongings, she found a small envelope tucked inside one of his books. It was addressed to her. Her hands trembled as she opened it. Inside was a old template letter, written in Ravi’s...