"I'm from the hospital."
Darin's eyes grow wide.
"Did she survive?" He asked, grabbing the man's shoulders.
"I'm sorry," the man said, shrugging free. "We couldn't save her. We tried our best. She passed away this afternoon."
"No! That isn't possible." Darin shook his head. "Lilia is strong. There must be some mistake. Please—"
"Don't look so sad, son," the man said. "She lived a good, long life. She died peacefully in her sleep."
Darin felt numb. "Why did you say you were from the hospital?"
"There are some things you need to know, Darin," the man said. "Things you should never forget."
"Who are you?" Darin demanded.
"Please calm down," the man said, taking a step back. "Just listen to me. I've spent years at the hospital. I've seen a lot of deaths."
Darin frowned. "And why are you telling me this now?"
"Because she wanted to tell you something." The man pointed toward the sky.
