Chapter 80

As the day wore on, I noticed that the soft sounds of the room shifted. Lilac stirred and slowly opened her eyes, but instead of finding solace, her face crumpled with grief. She began to cry and moan for her husband, the deep, heart-wrenching sobs echoing through the stillness. It was a sound that pierced my heart, and I felt tears welling up in my own eyes as I watched her struggle with her pain.

When she finally caught sight of me, her expression changed, and the floodgates opened even wider. The sight of me seemed to bring back the weight of her sorrow, and I could see the rawness of her emotions as she cried harder. Without hesitation, she welcomed me into her arms, and I wrapped my own around her, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt the warmth of her grief, the weight of her loss, and the desperate need for comfort.

I whispered soothing words, trying to be the support she so desperately needed. I could feel her trembling against me, and I knew that this was a moment wher