One afternoon, Megh found the old letter.
She read it.
The room was quiet when she looked up.
"Who was she?"
Arnav told her everything.
When he finished, Megh didn't cry. She stepped forward and hugged both her parents.
"Then she's part of our family," she said.
Arnav looked at the sky.
"She's part of the sky," he answered.
And Megh understood — she had inherited not sadness, but depth. A legacy of love that survived loss.