Beyond the Divorce

Hana looked at her and asked her something in Cirencester's language, which I didn't understand. Anya lowered her gaze. "My home used to be here in Trestlewood."

In that instant, Anya's face darkened. I looked to Hana, who translated their conversation for me.

I gently patted Anya's hand and said, "I'm sorry."

Though Anya shook her head, her emotions seemed affected. She spoke softly and rapidly.

Hana translated swiftly, relaying Anya's words almost as soon as she spoke them.

"She says, 'My family used to live in this city, and my parents ran a small business. My mother sold souvenirs and other items, while my father sold amulets. Though the business was small, we lived comfortably. My father loved us and often took us on outings."" I kept my eyes on Anya's beautiful, innocent face, now tinged with a hint of sorrow.

Anya's recounting seemed somewhat pitiful, and she was completely immersed in her memories. Her ability to recall everything from her childhood made me envious, as she remembered everything vividly, while I couldn't.

also did business from a young age, selling items to tourists. Later, my father met an employer who supplied us with

business. The image of those 'cosmetics' appeared in my mind-the ones Navi

deceived my adoptive father with the same strategy, and my father turned out to be the source of

people. Even around me, two families

head lightly, admitting that fate was

of money and it was much easier than street peddling." Anya's eyes widened as

business grew large, and people from neighboring countries came to my father for goods. One time, my dad got drunk and accidentally broke a bottle of cosmetics, revealing what was inside. "My father was scared, but my

Anya recounted the situation, the scene played

for a big argument. After they made up, my father resumed deliveries as usual. But I noticed he wasn't as cheerful as before, and

he feared something would happen, the more it did. Once, he was