Chapter 118 Aria

• “Here it is, my daughter.” My mother Lyra's voice is soft but tired as she enters the room, carrying a cup of hot coffee. The comforting aroma fills the air, a stark contrast to the sterile and heavy scent of the hospital room. She hands me the cup with a faint smile, settling beside me on the stiff, uncomfortable sofa in Alexander’s room. “Do you want me to pick up Elowen from school today?”
• “Yes, please. Bring her here; I don’t want her alone at home…” My response is heavy with exhaustion. My body feels heavier with every minute I spend in this hospital, watching Alexander and Thorne locked in a silent battle for survival.
• My mother strokes my back, and I’m grateful for her support.