“SAMANTHA, SANANTHA.” I could hear a faint but familiar voice calling from a distance.

I tried to move, but my entire body felt cold and numb. My eyelids were heavy, refusing to budge. The only thing I could feel was the suffocating grip of the water trying to drown me. I was lost, unable to find my way out.

“Was this really the end for me? Did I really endure all those years of suffering just to end up dying like a traitor without even a grave to call my own?"

I felt a hand gently ...