You stand outside the bedroom door, hearing Nayana's muffled sobs. You feel a mix of guilt and frustration. Her parents' intervention has only made things worse. You know that you must tread carefully, as any wrong word could push her further away.
You stand outside the bedroom door, hearing Nayana's muffled sobs. You feel a mix of guilt and frustration. Her parents' intervention has only made things worse. You know that you must tread carefully, as any wrong word could push her further away.