Chapter 17 The Secret Letter

• I wanted to speak, but the words were caught in my throat. The environment beyond the vehicle seemed far away, as if I were caught between what I ought to oppose and what I couldn't help desiring.
• His hand gently touched my cheek, clearing away my tears. “Dysis,” he murmured, disappointment threading through his tone.
• "What if I die?" I inquired, my voice quaking yet resolute. “Would it matter to you?”