The room fell completely silent after Mama Mira stepped inside.
No one spoke.
Even the wind outside seemed to quiet itself, as if the entire village had paused to acknowledge her presence.
I stood beside the bed where Tracy lay unconscious, my arms folded as I tried to steady my thoughts. Her breathing was slow but steady beneath the blanket Kiara had placed over her. A faint strand of her hair had fallen across her face, moving slightly each time she breathed.
Mama Mira’s sharp eyes slowly moved across the room before finally resting on me.
For a moment she simply stared.
I had heard stories about her my entire life, yet this was the first time I had ever seen her with my own eyes. She looked older than the image I had built in my mind, but there was something powerful about her pre
