CIAN
She moved to the center of the room. Her bare feet made no sound against the hardwood floor. She knelt down and pressed both palms flat against the ground.
Nothing happened for a moment. Then her entire body went rigid.
"There is pain here." Her voice had change, becoming hollow, and distant. "Great pain. Old pain that has soaked into the very foundations of this place."
My chest tightened. What did that even mean?
"I see a woman," the delicate continued. Her eyes were open but unfocused, staring at nothing. "She's screaming. Her lungs burn with it. The sound tears from her throat until she has nothing left to give."
I felt my face harden. QI knew what pain she was talking about. I knew exactly what memory she was touching.
No. No, stop this.
"She's grieving." The delicate's voice cracked. "The grief is so heavy. So consuming. It's crushing her from the inside out. She loved who she's grieving for. Loved them more than anything else in this world."
