Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl approached the table and noticed an unlocked diary sitting on it. She picked it up and began to read.

The elegant handwriting belonged to her mother, detailing her battle with illness. As Pearl read on, she could sense the weakening of her mother's words, reflecting her declining health.

But what struck Pearl the most were the recurring expressions of longing for her, written at the end of nearly every page.

[Pearl, my daughter. I miss and love you.]

Pearl's eyes as she traced the words on the page.

when you read this letter. I know that it's wrong of me to leave you without telling you, but I did it for your sake. You're still young, and I

I'll always watch over you, even if we can't see each other again. Time is something I have very little of, and Hugo is the only one who could have changed that. So, I chose

genuine, and I appreciate her deeply. I'm aware of her job at Dark Bar, and I silently approved because I know the place is under your care. Please, look out for her and treat her well. After I'm gone, I trust you to care for her as if she were your own sister. Finally, I hope you always stay true to yourself, never letting anyone dictate your path or bowing down

freely as she soaked the paper with her grief. She felt the weight of her

her kindness during his childhood. Though saddened, he knew he couldn't console Pearl in the way he wished let alone the

was ignorant of the content of the letter, he could guess that Beah must have done something like ending her life given Pearl's breakdown. Quietly, he approached and gently patted her shoulders. "Don't be too sad. Aunt Beah

mom was always too worried about me." Pearl, amidst her tears, chuckled softly. "Tell me, am I too weak?" she questioned

words, finding them