After Nana's condition stabilized, the doctors ran another round of tests. The results left everyone stunned—her PTSD levels had dropped drastically, and previous diagnoses indicating schizophrenia were suddenly… no longer valid.
It was as if a miracle had graced Nana.
Baffled, the doctors could only whisper a phrase that echoed in the room like a divine truth:
"This must be... the power of deep, unconditional love for family."
Nana was moved to a quieter room where my mother, Naki, and Kai could stay overnight to watch over her. She looked more alive than she had in weeks. Her voice was light, her eyes clear. She eagerly shared her experience—how she had wandered through a world of darkness, and how someone had pulled her from the brink.
She claimed she saw me—Takahiro Nao—in her dream. She said I had saved her.
My mother gasped softly, tears welling in her eyes. Hearing my name again… it stirred memories and grief, but also hope.
Nana turned to embrace her, whispering,
