The Circle Was Not Closed There are truths a man does not need to ask for. Because some truths arrive cloaked in silence, carried by the body, and later confirmed by the hand of another. He knows. Not from guessing. Not from hoping. But because the proof was held. Verified. Stamped. Handed to him without request. It bore her name. And from that moment, he was finished. Not broken. Not enraged. Just done.