Katarina’s POV Still At The Hospital
I flinched when the door creaked open.
It wasn’t a nurse. Not a guard. Not Ghost.
It was her.
"Aunt Malva?" My voice came out small. Croaky.
She stepped in like she owned the whole damn hospital. Gold bangles clinking, thick braids piled high, the smell of herbs and smoke trailing behind her. She wore a dark green shawl, and her long skirt brushed the floor like she was floating.
“I knew I’d find you in here,” she said, her voice low and warm. “The air’s been heavy for days.”
My breath caught. I stood too fast and had to grab the bed rail.
She smiled. “Still reckless.”
“You remember me?”
She came closer. “I never forget my children.”
I didn’t even mean to cry. It just happened.
I didn’t mean to fall into her arms. I just did. Like I’d been w
