I wanted nothing more than to make my sickly mother happy. I wanted her to meet my love. It was the least I could do as her son. Yet, my dearest one is always venturing outside of town, searching for something. Why dos she put herself in such danger?
My love never spoke much about herself. No matter how I worried, she would reply with a smile and a reassuring "I'm all right." Recently, we hardly spend any time together. Crushed by doubt, I decided to follow her trail.