Chapter 117

• Isabella stared in disbelief at the strands of her hair she could see. Its truly white. Her normally dark hair had transformed into a shocking white, glimmering under the weak fluorescent light of the cramped space and panic surged through her.
• “Whoa, Mommy, your hair is white!” Max exclaimed, his voice a blend of shock and awe. He tugged at his own dark locks, glancing between Isabella and Danielle, who stood beside him.
• “Yes, yes, I see that! Thank you, Max,” Isabella replied, forcing herself to remain calm as she turned her attention to the human children, who were still lying asleep.