A woman was there.
A strikingly beautiful young woman, lying on a bed, her frail body leaning against the headboard for support. Her pallor betrayed a sickened countenance, her breath labored and shallow. Each cough wracked her fragile frame, a fresh crimson stain blooming on the handkerchief she clutched. Yet, through the pain, she managed to keep a soft, loving smile as she extended a trembling hand toward a boy standing hesitantly at the entrance of the room.
Her voice, though weak, carried warmth.
"Who is this?"
Nathan, who had been silently observing the tender yet sorrowful scene, turned at the sound of the voice. His gaze shifted to another figure standing behind him.
She was unlike anyone he had ever seen.
