Chapter 235: A message
Lennox’s POV
"Lennox... son... wake up."
I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her—an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused... until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.
"Great-grandmother?" I whispered, staring at her in shock.
A warm smile spread across her face, that same smile I had always remembered.
"Yes, it’s me, Nox," she said, using the nickname she always called me when I was little.
I wanted to smile back... but something didn’t feel right. She had died. I was only ten years old when we buried her. The last time I saw her was after her funeral—when I cried myself to sleep holding her scarf.
So why was I seeing her now?
Almost like she read my mind, she reached out and gently patted my hand.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream."
I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.
"But... why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Why now?"