"Xi Feng?? I was certain it was Amira," she replied, sitting up slowly, a wince crossing her face as the man steadied her on the bed.
The man chuckles.
"Your mother always dreamed of naming her first child Xi Feng," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"My mother...?" Amira scanned the room, taking in the unfamiliar faces around her. Their mannerisms and attire were distinctly different from what she knew yet oddly, every word they spoke resonated clearly in her mind.
Amira glanced down at her body, shock washing over her as she realized her bump had disappeared. Panic surged within her, and she felt her breaths quickening, each inhalation a struggle as her scratched throat constricted painfully.
The man, sensing her distress, gently placed his hand over hers, offering silent support in her moment of turmoil.
