Part 3: Beneath the Skin of SilenceForgotten Names, Remembered ScarsThe snow had begun to fall that morning. Soft, clean, quiet — the kind of snow that made the world look like it had never held pain.Claire stood at the window, holding Elara against her chest. The baby's warmth was her anchor, her heartbeat the only rhythm Claire trusted anymore. The sky outside was pale gray, like the inside of a shell, and every flake of snow whispered something she didn’t want to hear.Something was coming.Or maybe… something had already begun.Behind her, on the dining table, lay a map —