Even as she rocked her child to sleep after feeding, the scar seemed to burn beneath her shirt. It was no longer just skin—it was a question mark carved into her body. And the more others denied it, the sharper her need for answers became.
By the time morning came, she had decided. If her family wouldn’t tell her the truth, she would find it herself. Hospitals, archives, and medical records—she would scour every path until the silence broke. She would not dismiss the scar. She owed herself the truth, no matter how painful it was.