Threads Woven in SilenceWe sat at the café of the hotel lobby, facing each other — brother and sister — strangers till an hour ago, now bound by something deeper than blood. Bound by time lost, by questions unanswered, by a name spelled with a stubborn 'A'.The noise of the world seemed dimmed around us. The chime of coffee cups, the low hum of conversations in French and English — all distant sounds, like muffled music behind a curtain. Before me sat my own face, softened into feminine features, eyes holding the same weight of loneliness I had carried all