Chapter 95 : One chance to protect

*Ringing*

"Hello—"

"Ama! Mom collapsed!"

*Clatter*

Dropping Amaya's phone as if it were a live coal, Seth's eyes widened, reflecting a stark terror that mirrored the sudden silence of the canteen. The three of us on the bench flinched, our shared canteen picnic momentarily forgotten. "Whose call was that?" Amaya asked, her voice barely a whisper, her face a mask of sudden, stark fear. "Momma's in the hospital..." he choked out, the words barely audible.