Together, they hauled the pregnant woman upright.
Mira didn't help, but she didn't resist. She was simply dead weight—a hollowed-out shell of a woman, her mind shut down to survive the reality her body had accepted.
Priya's hands glowed with a faint, blue, aqueous light. The water in the bathroom seemed to answer, swirling around the three women in a sudden, localized vortex.
Evriana looked back at him one last time.
The water rushed upward, and with a soft, concussive 'whoosh', the three of them vanished, leaving nothing behind but a puddle on the tile and the echoing, humid silence.
The bathroom was quiet.
He stood.
