At her age, it was hard to find any resemblance to Scarlett Glenn, but the sight of her nonetheless brought an involuntary sourness to Scarlett's nose.
The elderly lady's thin wrist was nearly reduced to bones, and when the infusion needle pierced her vein, the shape of the needle was visible.
Anthony Davis bent at the waist and whispered into the old lady's ear, "Mum, it's Miles. I'm here, with some good news for you, probably the thing you've been most eager to hear in decades."
"Mum, Aya didn't die that year. She even gave birth to a granddaughter for you. Look... this child looks just like you when you were young. You couldn't let go of Aya, could you? Well, when you're awake and see Scarlett, it'll be like seeing Aya again. This child is as beautiful as Aya was."
Anthony Davis lifted his head to Scarlett and said, "Scarlett... come here, say a few words to your grandmother, let her hear your voice."
