Adina's POV

The world around me was still half-fog, half-shadow, suspended between my drifting consciousness and the cold fingers of death. I couldn’t feel my body, not fully but I felt pulses of pain, like distant thunder, echoing from the place where my child lived. Nathan’s voice sometimes bled through the haze, sharp with fear, but each time I tried to reach for the sound, it slipped away.

While I hovered in that liminal space, the world outside erupted into movement.

Nathan ...