West POV
The words spilled out, “Your mom is dead, Aria.” The impact was instantaneous. She shot out of bed, her feet barely touching the floor as she sprinted toward her mother's room. I followed, my strides long and purposeful, but I halted at the doorway, letting her rush in alone. The silence was short-lived. A gasp, a scream, and then a sound that tore at my very soul. I burst into the room, my heart racing with a growing sense of dread. But it was too late. Aria had already crumpled to the floor, her body wracked with grief. My own heart was pounding in my chest, as if it too felt the weight of her pain. I felt helpless, unable to bear the anguish that ravaged her.
In this case, I can't help.
Did I do wrong by bringing back her mom?
Will she recover from this pain?
These quest
