"You can't fix this!" she cried, clutching her head as if it would split open. "Not this, not what's already gone!"
"Then help me understand. Was it a dream? A memory? A nightmare? What was it?" His voice turned desperate, the cold mask he wore for the world slipping, revealing the storm beneath.
She stared past him now, wide-eyed and broken, as if caught between two timelines. "She was here… she was in my arms… and then they took her… and everything went quiet..."
The younger maid had begun crying silently, the tray untouched beside her.
Shen Xiao turned to the older maid, voice low. "What is she talking about?"
But the woman only shook her head. "She's been like this since she woke up."
His throat tightened wondering what he was going to do, "Was she hallucinating?" Because they don't have a baby girl! Was the pain that unbearable that she suddenly changed the gender of their baby?
"She was coherent at first… but she kept asking about a child that never existed."
