When Dana was just three, his world shattered in silence. One autumn evening, his mother walked out the door and never returned. The explanation given to him was simple—she was gone forever.
Too young to process grief, Dana responded in the only way his small heart knew how: he stopped speaking. Not a single word to his father, not to his grandmother, not to anyone. Doctors could only sigh and label it “psychological trauma.”
His father raised him as best he could, often leaving him with his grandmother, who tried to smother him with love. Yet Dana remained distant, clutching a worn teddy bear—his mother’s final gift on his last birthday with her.
Years passed. Then came the second tragedy. His father died. At the funeral, Dana stood quietly beside his grandmother, teddy bear in hand, cold as stone. But then, for the first time in years, he whispered something.
“It’s him.”
All eyes turned as Dana raised a trembling hand toward a man standing in the crowd. “Because of him… Mom and Dad are gone.”
The room froze.
The accused man turned pale. And when the police investigated, Dana’s buried memory surfaced—he had witnessed a fight long ago. The shocking truth emerged: his parents had been murdered for inheritance.
That day, Dana’s voice returned—just in time to save his grandmother’s life.
