Seeing her husband with just one hand and a broken body shattered something deep inside Liora, something fragile she did not even know she was still protecting.
Which woman could remain sane after witnessing that sight, after seeing the man who once stood like an unbreakable wall reduced to blood, silence, and stillness before her eyes?
Liora almost lost herself there, her breath catching, her chest tightening until it hurt.
This was her beloved husband, the man who taught her what it meant to feel every emotion fully, who shielded their family without hesitation, who loved her with a devotion she never believed she deserved.
He had protected their son with the same fierce tenderness, and now he lay there broken. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought the urge to scream, to collapse, to tear the world apart for realising what it had taken from her.
