Darkness was meant to provide respite when one's body reached the limits of consciousness. But for Adela, the all-encompassing blackness was accompanied by a chilling sound—the weeping of her mother. It was a sound she dreaded, particularly when she found herself unable to be there to offer comfort and support, even if her efforts were destined to fall short.
She wanted to open her eyes and get Larissa to console their mother. However, her eyelids persisted in their resistance, and she was imprisoned within a world of obscure shapes and hushed voices, rendered immobile and incapable of any response.
"Why would you do this to my child?" Grace's voice quivered with anguish.
"Because I believe it is what she would have wanted if she had the opportunity to decide,"
Upon hearing her father's response, Adela felt a sense of reassurance that her mother was not facing her sorrows alone.
