They called it suicide, a word too clean for the blood, the silence, and the unanswered questions his twin left behind. He saw the truth carved between the lines of that final goodbye—how love had been dangled, denied, and turned cruel enough to push a boy to the edge. Grief hardened into something darker the night he stood alone, clutching his twin’s memory like a vow. He would not seek justice, nor mercy; he would seek her. And when he was done, she would understand exactly what it meant to be the reason someone chose to die.