บท 122: The Heiress

The moon dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing. The air grows colder, but Robin doesn't move.

She sits there, bathed in the fading light, her body wracked with sobs.

The grief is a heavy cloak, suffocating her, but she knows she has to let it out.

She has to face the pain, to acknowledge the loss, to find a way to move forward with her plans.

As the minutes tick by, Robin's cries gradually subside, leaving her drained but somehow lighter.

She lifts her head, her eyes red-rimmed but resolute.

She knows now that she must confront Malik, to uncover the truth that has eluded her for so long.

And she must do it for herself, for Ramsey, and for the memory of the child she lost.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Robin rises to her feet, her gaze fixed on the tombstone. "I promise," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"I'll find the answers. I won't let your memory be forgotten."