Every letter was written in a different language: Arabic, French, English, Russian, Mandarin, even dead ones like Latin and Akkadian. But they all said the same thing: “You took my brother. Now I will take your peace.”

Samir, now 67, wept when she read that aloud.

Letter #500, in Medieval Spanish, read: “The man you killed was not your enemy. He was your twin. Separated at birth. You avenged a stranger by killing your own blood.”

And then she found the twist.

The series ended not with an explosion, but with a single, translated sentence in his own hand: “Forgive me. I didn’t know I was avenging myself.”

No one knew who “you” was. Not his wife, not his son. Not even the police when they raided his home after the first bomb threat — which matched letter #001, written in 1984.

Based on that, I’ll create a short story titled : The Revenge Series: Translated