Zanara turned to the source of the voice and followed the direction of the woman who entered Jayme's room. A middle-aged woman with a sturdy and fresh body walked in and got closer to her son, who was still lying weakly with his head covered with gauze.
The woman looked to be in her fifties, or perhaps less, because, to Zanara's eyes, her face looked beautiful and fresh, as if not eroded by age.
Seeing her mother's arrival, Jayme didn't seem to be affected at all. In contrast to Zanara, whose hand was still in the man's grasp, even when she was about to let go, Jayme kept Zanara's fingers in his grasp and prevented her from getting up and giving her place to Jayme's mom.
Jayme, indirectly and without needing to say much, wanted to show the woman who had just entered that this woman had
