Tricia’s POV
The man kept on walking before me, and every step that he took, the fog just divides as if it’s making a way for us. I was walking behind him—yes, I am walking, and I’m walking properly as if I am back to my top shape. Just before he arrived, I couldn’t even feel my legs, but when he grabbed my hand and after his hand glowed, my body felt like it was healed by him.
My eyes landed on my hands, my hands are still transparent, I am still being forgotten. But for some reason, I no longer feel weak, and the air in the Between no longer makes me feel cold.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I am very confused, I don’t know who this man is but he sure is not trying to bring me into harm’s way. He has also mentioned about someone waiting for me but I am not sure of who it is becau
