Third POV
Ana Maria was lying on the side of her bed, but her eyes were wide open. She couldn't sleep, and she was tired of thinking and praying also. Her tears had been dried, she had no more energy to even cry, to get out some of the terrible pain she was feeling. The visit of Father Andrew was devastating to her, she felt more isolated and lonely than ever.
She heard the door open, with a crack noise, but she didn't make any move.
"I was hoping you were awake, kitten" - Liam's deep voice filled the room, a chill went through her spine. 'Are you still sick?"- he approached her bed, to cheek upon her. "Your body temperature is normal, and you seem to not have fevers. I suppose you are doing much better" - he smiled at her, but she didn't reply. Ana Maria's eyes were fixed on the blan
