The mansion became strangely quiet after the guests left.

Late that night...

Adrian sat beside his son's bed.

Neither of them spoke.

Finally...

The little boy whispered,

"Daddy..."

"Are you mad at me?"

Adrian's heart shattered.

He pulled his son into his arms.

"No."

"I'm angry at myself."

"I should have protected you."

The boy hesitated.

"I tried to tell you."

"You were always busy."

Every word felt like another wound.

Lena quietly placed a small wooden box on the bedside table.

"I found this hidden in your late wife's closet."

Inside were letters.

One was addressed to Adrian.

His hands trembled as he unfolded it.

If you're reading this, our son needs you more than ever.

Promise me you'll never let anyone make him feel unwanted.

He looks brave...

But he's just a little boy missing his mother.

Tears blurred Adrian's vision.

He remembered every time his son had become unusually quiet whenever the bride entered the room.

Every excuse.

Every forced smile.

He had mistaken silence for healing.

In reality...

It had been fear.

That night, Adrian knelt beside his son's bed.

"I can't change yesterday."

"But I promise you..."

"You will never face another nightmare alone."

For the first time in months...

The little boy fell asleep without crying.