Chapter 241 Chapter Two Hundred And Forty One

• The scent of coffee clung faintly to the early morning air as the city stirred awake. In Unit 3C of the modest complex, Anna stood by her small kitchen counter, stirring a cup of black tea, her motions slow and mechanical.
• Her eyes were distant, fixated on something beyond the confines of her one-bedroom apartment. Something deeper. Something unreachable. The dreams, headaches and the constant looking over her shoulders.
• She had seen her getting attracted to his pictures on television. The healer. A man who could heal wth just a touch.