A sweet fragrance entered Jacob’s nose as he inhaled. He was on his back in a bed. He felt someone sitting next to him, holding his hand, comforting him.
“Mom?”
There wasn’t an answer. He opened his eyes. She was looking at someone on the other side of him. Turning his head, he saw that it was Brojan, the patriarch. They were conversing in hushed voices. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but the scene in front of him faded and blurred, and everything went black again.