Epilogue (1)

Eight years later…

The evening breeze carried the soft scent of blooming jasmine, wrapping the farmhouse in a serene embrace. Ayleen stood by the wide window, watching the sun dip behind the distant hills.

Eight years. Time had passed, but the echoes of everything she had lived through still whispered in her heart.

Isn’t it strange how life changes in the blink of an eye? How darkness feels endless, and yet, one day, you wake up to light so bright that it blinds you? Ayleen sighed.

Her fingers gently wrapped around a warm cup of tea as she turned back toward the living room. Ibrahim Khan sat on the sofa, his posture weaker than she remembered from years ago. Age had touched him, softening his features and dimming the sharpness in his eyes. Yet, when he looked up and smiled at her, gratitude and warmth radiated from him.

She adjusted the blanket around his shoulders.

“Uncle Ibrahim, are you comfortable?”

He nodded, his smile