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.]

up in Pearl's eyes as she traced the words on the page. But it was the

away 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 didn't want

I chose to let go in exchange for your freedom. I'll always watch over you, even if we can't see each other again. Time is something I have very

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

paper with her grief. She felt the weight of her mother's sacrifice and

by Beah's passing. He had cherished memories of her kindness during his childhood. Though saddened, he knew he couldn't console

could guess that Beah must have done something like ending her life given Pearl's breakdown. Quietly, he approached

her tears, chuckled softly. "Tell me, am I too weak?" she questioned suddenly. "If

words, finding them