C64 Traces of Wounds and Hope

“Hazel, are you okay?” Vivian asked with a voice full of concern, hastily approaching her granddaughter. She gently touched Hazel’s shoulder, examining her pale face and weary eyes.

Hazel stopped in her tracks. For a moment, she looked at her grandmother with a clearly forced smile. “I’m fine, Grandma. Please don’t worry about me,” she said, her voice trying hard to conceal something