No one argued.
Because in that room, for the first time, everyone realized something both terrifying and heartbreaking, they were no longer deciding the child's fate.
The child by means no one yet understood had already begun to decide the fate of them all.
Liv woke with her breath caught in her chest, as if she had just broken the surface after being submerged for far too long.
For the first second, the ceiling above her looked unfamiliar too white, too clean then slowly her memories began to piece themselves back together. The sharp scent of herbal medicine still lingered in the air, bitter yet strangely soothing, leaving her throat dry. She blinked several times, her lashes trembling, until at last the world stopped spinning.
Someone was sitting beside her bed.
Jay.
