Bab 1: Discovery

Aisha sifted through an old wooden chest in her grandmother’s attic, her fingers brushing against a yellowed envelope. The ink had faded, but the name on it was clear—her mother’s. Heart pounding, she opened it. “Meet me at the old train station. I’ll wait forever.” The letter was dated 30 years ago. Aisha’s mother had never mentioned a lost love. Who wrote this? And did they wait?