At last, she took my hand, her fingers weakly combing through my hair in the same gentle way she had when I was a child. "My Amara… Amara, who always looks forward to life's beauty… You will look so lovely on your wedding day, but it's such a pity…"
Her words grew softer, fading like a waning light, until finally, she murmured, "It's a pity that Grandma won't be there to see it."
"Amara, don't blame Rowan… It's just that my time has come."
And then, in my arms, she passed away. I fell to the floor, utterly shattered, unable to find my own voice.
My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone, dialing Rowan's number, tears blurring my vision and sticking to my face. My voice cracked as I choked out the words, "Rowan, please… can you come and stay with me?"
Unfortunately, the phone did not dial. Instead, a notification popped up. It was a new update from Madeline's Treatment Diary.
My heart lurched as I opened it.
"The fifteen thousand dollars given by my beloved Rowan gave me the courage to keep on living."
"He said I deserve the best."