C161 Call from The Dead

Riva’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she opened her arms, stepping toward Marina with a desperate longing. Panicked, Marina scrambled backward, her palms scraping against the rough stone floor until her back hit the cold, unyielding wall.

“Why are you here?” Marina shouted, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger.

“My daughter,” Riva cried, falling to her knees near Marina