Chapter 154. Play the Little Family

Athena

Everything around me felt too light, and my body felt burdened by an inexplicable weight. I was acutely aware of my own breath, the gentle touch of someone’s fingers caressing my cheeks, and the faint, delicate movements of a small figure nestled in my arms.

Do the departed continue to breathe? Perhaps in their consciousness, or maybe in a manner imperceptible to the living. Do the dead really breathe?

Am I among the dead now? If I am, then why do I still sense that touch, one that seemed to coax my soul to the surface with every stroke? Why do I feel the presence of someone incredibly dear to me, as though a part of my essence had drawn near?

Thoughts raced through my mind, clamoring for attention, until one realization surfaced—my baby.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusti