After entering his room, Julia shut the door softly behind him. With a click, the light flicked on, bathing the familiar space in a warm glow.
He looked around, eyes pausing on the painting hanging on the far wall. It was a picture he had created long ago—an image crafted with hope and longing. A guide, he had once called it. A way to identify the sister he'd never met.
When drawing it, he'd imagined how she might look based on a careful blend of his parents' features. Every stroke had meaning. Every color carried emotion. It wasn't just a painting—it was a symbol, a reminder that somewhere out there, a part of him was still missing.
He had taken a shot of the painting with his phone and carefully saved it to ensure he didn't lose it.
He stepped forward slowly, taking in every detail with new eyes. His heart thudded as he recalled the girl he'd seen earlier.
