Avelina shook her head. "N-no. It was a woman, Draven. She was singing to the melody that you were playing. I heard her clearly. It was—"
"My mother?" Draven drew his head back. "That's…not possible."
It was only in his head. No one, no one else apart from him, should have been able to hear that voice.
"Draven, I am not lying. I am…not." Avelina could tell that he did not believe her.
Draven gazed at her and abruptly glanced at the door.
Could he have possibly done something without knowing? How did his father even know that he was playing? What brought him there? These questions left him confused. Could it be that while he thought only he was hearing his mother's voice, the others were too?
He quickly lifted Avelina into his arms and stood up to his feet. He walked over to the bed and laid her down.
"I am sorry." Draven apologized. "I don't know what happened," he said to her.
