The visit came on a quiet afternoon.
Rachel was resting in her new room when a soft knock sounded on the door. When she opened it, Elena stood there with a gentle smile. Beside her was Kylian’s mother, Luna Seraphina. The older woman looked tired, her eyes still carrying the deep sadness of losing Chase, but there was something softer in her expression today.
“May we come in?” Elena asked.
Rachel nodded and stepped aside. “Of course.”
The three of them sat together near the window. Elena had brought fresh fruits and herbal tea. For a while, they spoke about small things — the weather, the flowers blooming in the garden, how Rachel was feeling after her injury. But then Seraphina reached out and took Rachel’s hand.
“I need to thank you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You sav
