Lysa's POV
Exams ended in a blur, just as they started.
The moment the last paper was submitted, I returned home to rest and recharge before diving into final competition prep.
My mother had picked me up from the train station with her usual efficiency, asking about my exams and classes during the drive home. But once we'd settled into the house, her questions took a different turn.
"How have you been feeling?" she asked for the third time that evening as we sat down to dinner. "Health-wise, I mean. Any issues? Fevers, strange symptoms, anything unusual?"
I looked up from my plate, puzzled. "I'm fine, Mom. Why do you keep asking?"
"I'm your mother. I'm supposed to worry and ask about your health. Sometimes things change as you get older. If anything felt off, you'd tell
