Forgiveness

Yamanaka Feng and Uchiha Itachi entered through the front door, took off their shoes, and stepped onto the warm wooden floor in their socks, making it creak beneath them.

They did not head forward right away, because Uchiha Itachi, who stood at the front, had stopped. Everything here felt both familiar and strange to him.

There were decorations from when he had still lived here, as well as old items that had begun to show wear, such as the shoe cabinet beside him.

Sarada's heeled boots were not in the cabinet, but there were still women's shoes that clearly belonged to the mistress of this house, as well as Sasuke's shoes. There was nothing else.

What drew his attention even more were the photos displayed atop the shoe cabinet.

There had not been many photos here before. Perhaps they had been moved, or perhaps there were simply too many photos now for the rest of the house to hold them.

"There are no photos of you here..." Yamanaka Feng murmured softly.

Uchiha Itachi nodded. It was not that there were no old photos here; there was more than one. There was a large family portrait from long ago, but the place where he should have been was blank.

That Photo contained only his parents and Sasuke...

There was not a single Photo of him and Sasuke together, yet there was more than one Photo of Sasuke with other people.

The photos left Uchiha Itachi somewhat dumbfounded, not only because there were so many of them, but because of how Sasuke looked in them.

Was that really the Uchiha orphan burdened by hatred? He clearly looked like a suave playboy. In one Photo, Ino Yamanaka—the woman they had just met outside the front door, Sarada's mother—stood on one side of Sasuke,