Until We Meet Again

Illya rose from the wooden chair in the living room and headed toward the inner room.

Grandma Anna, who was tending to Monica inside, assumed Illya had come because she was worried about Monica's fever.

"Miss Monica is already starting to improve. She should wake up soon."

"You don't need to worry too much."

That was what Grandma Anna said.

Illya did not respond immediately. She merely gave a slight nod.

Her gaze passed over Grandma Anna's hunched figure and settled precisely on the wooden bed.

In the faint light, Monica's face, which had been flushed and pained from the high fever...