Gracelle kept staring at the white ceiling, her mind swirling with worry.
The boy I want to meet…
Javier…
Armand went through wars…
Does this mean he and his family… are no longer there?
Her eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears.
If he's no longer alive… what's the point of me being alive? What's the point of fighting through all this pain?
She glanced down at the medical equipment attached to her. The IV line taped to the back of her hand, the monitoring sensors on her arm, the faint beep of the heart rate tracker. It all felt suddenly heavy, meaningless.
She was about to let the tears fall, but then she remembered something.
Miss Elf said once I get better… I can meet the boy I want to meet.
Does that mean Javier is still alive?
And how does she know?
Gracelle's mind raced, trying to piece things together.
She mentioned elves rarely wander outside their nation…
Wait a minute.
An elf with silver hair and emerald eyes… that's rare.
