Anna pursed her lips when she noticed the defeated look on Kathrine's face.
Kathrine rarely looked like that—she was always the one with answers, the one who chased truths until they had nowhere left to hide. Seeing her this uncertain made the situation feel heavier than it already was.
Anna knew her sister was genuinely trying her best to trace the family, digging through fragments of forgotten records and unreliable sources. And as much as it burned inside her to interfere, she kept her promise.
She wouldn't meddle in their investigation.
Not yet.
For someone who was already convinced that her memories had been altered, that there was something crucial missing from her past, Anna wanted to do this the right way. Slowly. Carefully. She wanted to give the truth a fair chance to surface—unlike her parents, who had never once tried to repent for anything they had done.
They hadn't questioned themselves. They hadn't searched for the truth. They had simply buried it and moved on.
