I stared at the notepad, tapping the pen against the table as ideas swirled in my mind. A letter wouldn’t be enough—Areti could just dismiss it or pretend she didn’t understand what I was talking about. I needed to make it personal, something she couldn’t easily ignore.

But how?

The librarian’s soft footsteps interrupted my thoughts as she approached with a polite smile. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly, closing the diary and slipping it into my bag. “Just… researching.”

Her eyes flicked to the notepad, where a few scribbled lines of translated Greek stood out. “Well, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, watching her leave before I turned back to my notes.

My fingers hovered over the diary, debating whether to keep reading or act now. Every fiber of my being wanted answers, but rushing wouldn’t help. I needed a plan—one that could get me the truth without pushing Areti or my mother too far.

Finally, I decided: I’d start with the letter, but I’d also prepare for a face-to-face confrontation. The idea of visiting Aunt Areti filled me with a mix of excitement and dread. She wasn’t exactly known for being approachable, but if anyone could shed light on the truth, it was her.

I sighed as I started writing,cross referencing the greek dictionary

"Hello, Aunt Areti,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it’s unusual for me to reach out, given that we’ve only ever spoken at family gatherings, but I felt it was important to contact you directly. There is a matter of some urgency that I wish to discuss. 

Recently, I came across some details regarding Aunt Argyros that have left me with lingering questions. While I don’t mean to pry into sensitive matters, I believe that understanding more about her life—and the circumstances surrounding her passing—could bring clarity to certain things that have weighed heavily on my mind. 

I understand that this may be difficult to discuss, but I truly believe that, as her niece, I have the right to know. If there are any insights you could share, I would deeply appreciate them. 

If it is possible, I would like to meet in person to discuss this further. Please let me know if you are open to this, and I will arrange a time that works best for you. 

Thank you for your time and understanding. I look forward to hearing from you. 

Warm regards,your niece, 

Yukina" 

I stared at the words, unsure if they struck the balance I needed: formal enough to match Aunt Areti’s personality but firm enough to show I wouldn’t back down. 

After a few edits, I copied the letter onto a clean sheet of paper, sealed it in an envelope, and tucked it into my bag. If I send it today, it should reach her quickly. 

The next step would be preparing for her response—or lack thereof. If she didn’t reply, I’d have no choice but to visit her directly. Just imagining standing at her door uninvited made my stomach twist, but I couldn’t let fear stop me. 

As I walked out of the library and into the crisp evening air, the diary felt heavier in my bag. There was no turning back now. Whatever truth lay buried in my family’s past, I was determined to uncover it—even if it meant unraveling everything I thought I knew.