Chapter 92 Ninety One

• I’ve been staring at the missed calls from my mother, my brother, and Zevran, feeling the weight of each one like a physical burden. I took a deep breath and set my phone down on the sand, gazing out at the vast expanse of the blue ocean. The sun beat down on my skin, the heat seeping in and mingling with the heaviness that had settled deep within me. My tears had long since dried, leaving a salty residue on my cheeks. The wind picked up, tugging at my hair and clothes, and I hugged my legs tighter to my chest.
• I bit my lip to stifle the sobs that threatened to overtake me. How could my mother have made such a decision so easily? How could Zevran accept it so readily? Was there even a point to fighting if the outcome was already predetermined? I yearned for more time with her, even a year felt too short. If only I hadn't been so foolish and left her alone before. It was my fault that she was dying.
• I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled my ears, drowning out the laughter of people nearby. It was like a broken song, taking me back to the hospital room and the sound of my mother's voice. Her words cut through me like shards of glass, shattering me into a million pieces that couldn't be put back together.