Some scars never show on the skin.Mahi had one too. It wasn’t the kind that bled, but the kind that lived quietly under her silence.It had happened two years ago—during a school play. Mahi had been so excited. She had only one line to say. Just one. Her mother had stitched her dress overnight. Her father had clicked photos as she practised in the mirror.But when her moment came—standing in front of a crowd, under the bright lights—she froze.The words disappeared.Her throat felt dry, her knees shook. And the silence grew longer than it should have.Someone from the audience had