Three days had passed since Aria gave birth.
She finally opened her eyes.
For several seconds, she stared at the ceiling without moving. Her body felt heavy, and even breathing seemed difficult. Then the memory returned.
Her baby.
Her eyes filled with tears. “Where is my baby?”
Deucalion, who had been sitting beside her bed, immediately stood. “Aria.”
“Where is he?” she asked again.
Deucalion looked away. Aria already knew the answer. She had held the lifeless child in her arms, but some part of her still wished she had dreamed it.
“He is gone,” she whispered.
Deucalion sat beside her and reached for her hand. “I am sorry.”
Aria pulled her hand away. “I want to see him.”
“Aria…”
“Please.”
Her voice broke. “He was my son.”
Deucalion had no answer.
The healer had warned them t
