Aria watched the man as he struggled to rise.
She held the baby to her chest as he coughed up blood.
She knew that this was the man she had initially seen in the village.
The very same one whom she had slapped at the market.
knowing what she knew, seeing what she had seen.
The man who had viciously attacked her whilst the baby wept.
Or, the very man whom she had first seen with the baby, she didn't know who to trust anymore.
Perhaps this was the child's father.
Aria looked at the man and then back at the child; they didn't share any resemblance.
Something within her told him he wasn't, and yet he was something close to the child.
She couldn't place a finger on whether he was good or bad.
"Give me the child." The man struggled.
His hair was mashed with blood, and from the looks of it, it was most likely not his.
As he rose to his feet, his right hand held his side firmly.
The blood seeped out, and Aria instantly remembered him fighting the attacker.
