Excerpt:

The Road to Happiness – Prologue

I will never forget the day I found him.

His body was so frail, so still, that for a moment I truly believed he wasn’t breathing. I stopped, careful not to disturb the silence, and looked at him more closely.

The cold in that basement felt like something solid, a weight pressing against the skin; every breath we exhaled mingled with the frozen air. I couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been there, enduring such a hostile place.

His eyes… they were large, sunken into a face far too small to carry so much pain. There wasn’t a single spark of hope in them—only a terrifying emptiness, mixed with a fear so deep it sent a chill down my spine.

I had to be careful.

His tiny shoulders were tense, and I saw how he pressed his hands hard against his legs, his knuckles turning pale from the effort.

And I knew—knew it with a certainty I had never felt before—that I couldn’t leave him behind.

That fragile, shattered being became my responsibility...

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