A light mist still shrouded the settlement that morning. Sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves, creating a faint glow among the wet grass. The atmosphere was still somber, even though the day had changed. Several people walked slowly with anxious faces, occasionally glancing at the hut where Daren was laid.
Adora sat leaning against the trunk of a large tree not far away, her left hand holding her right arm that was still bruised from last night. Her gaze was blank, but her eyes were glazed over. The wound was not just on the body-it was deeper, and more invisible.
Light steps approached her. The worn-out shoes stepped on the wet grass. Adora didn't turn around. She knew who was coming.
"Adora," the voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Adora closed her eyes for a moment befor
