For a moment, no one moved.
The rain had stopped, but the chill in the air remained, made colder by Amara's words.
Compensation?
It echoed in Eryx's ears like a slap.
Lunara's lips parted slightly, as if she hadn't heard right. Her tears stopped tearing as if grief had somehow warped reality.
"You came here," Eryx said slowly, voice razor-sharp, "to talk about money?"
Amara didn't even flinch.
"We're not asking for much," she said, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, as if they were discussing a business deal and not standing over a child's grave. "Just what's fair. Mila had an insurance policy, didn't she? And she was our family too."
Regina scoffed, the sound sharp and disbelieving. "You didn't visit her once. Not once while she was fighting for her life."
