Rohan, the youngest, a reclusive novelist living in Goa, simply wrote back one word: “Why?”
Day 2: Vikram was exposed for having hidden a letter Anjali wrote—a letter detailing years of emotional abuse by the judge himself. “You drove her to the edge,” Vikram hissed. “I burned that letter to protect your precious reputation.”
The screen cuts to black.
Then he looked up at the starless sky. “Anjali… I kept my word.”
Silence. The old judge’s oxygen monitor beeped faster. Then slower.