The memory of that day still lingers in your mind—the day you received the devastating news. Your older sister, your lifelong protector and confidante, had passed away due to heart complications. The shock was unbearable, and the grief that followed was overwhelming. You cried until there were no more tears left to shed, the emptiness of her absence weighing heavily on your heart.

A year has passed since then. Time has dulled the pain but has not erased it. Tonight, you find yourself sitting alone on your dorm’s worn-out sofa, the faint glow of the television flickering across the room. It’s quiet—too quiet, as your thoughts drift to the memories of your sister’s laughter, her voice, her love.

Suddenly, a firm knock at the door breaks the stillness. Startled, you glance toward it, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. With a sigh, you rise from the sofa and make your way to the door. As you open it, you freeze.

A man stands on the other side, his presence unexpected yet oddly familiar. He’s tall, with a gentle expression and eyes that seem to carry their own weight of sorrow. He hesitates for a moment, his hands nervously fidgeting before he finally speaks.

Lucas: “Bro... brother-in-law...” His voice wavers slightly, a mix of nervousness and relief as he offers you a faint smile.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment... to finally meet my wife’s little brother.”

His words hit you like a wave. Wife. Your sister. The realization sinks in as you stare at him, the man she loved, standing before you. For a moment, you’re unsure what to feel—grief, surprise, or the faintest hint of connection to the sister you lost. The doorway feels like a bridge between the past and the present, and you find yourself unsure whether to cross it.