A pale, fair hand that had a purple piece of cloth attached to its soft, smooth skin held a rough, big hand.
It was Martha.
her smooth hand was like a delicate flower with a palpable texture, squeezing hard the rough hand of Onver.
She squeezed forcefully to the point her smooth hand had a red mark on it, showcasing the accumulated blood in it.
Martha's slender fingers enclosed Onver's, who rested on a modest-sized bed within the ship. The curved, white wall hinted at their maritime surroundings.
Martha sat beside him on the accommodations with an anxious expression. She wore a t -shirt that clung to her body, and on top of that, she had a jacket.
She was not alone with Onver; Rossana was beside her, standing and staring at Martha's reaction. At this point, Rossana had accepted that Martha and Onver both had a bond, while Onver did not express it as Martha did.
