CHAPTER 26
Diandra stood frozen for a moment, watching the elevator doors close and the bustling crowds around her. But then, her attention was drawn to the soft, pitiful sound of a child crying from the far corner of the lobby.
She turned her head. Her heart immediately going out to the little one. The child, who looked no older than five or six, was standing alone, looking desperately around the room with tears streaming down their face. They sniffled and hiccupped, calling out for someone.
"Momma… Momma." The child cried, voice trembling in distress. She was a cute girl with pigtails, wearing a princess-like dress in pink.
Diandra's instincts kicked in. Her training as a knight guiding her. She stepped forward, her boots clicking softly against the marbled floor as she made her way to the child. Her gaze softened as she knelt down to the child's level. She spoke gently to her.
