In Hnasha Lane, Maron arrived home with his medicine and sat down on the chair, placing it on the side table. Dr. Genta had tied an elastic roller bandage around his wrist and when he sat down, he rested it on the armrest and sat back; closing his eyes as he breathed out heavily.
“Please Father protect my love,” he prayed. “She can’t do this without You. We can’t do anything without You because we live through You. We need You every day to strengthen us, to guide us and to protect us and I pray that wherever she is You continue to guide her and give her the strength to keep fighting. Please Father.” Tears ran down the sides of his face as inside his heart continued to cry out to hers. “Protect my love.”
Meanwhile with Elania, she was still in the outlands but in a completely different re
