Central courtyard

Ayla POV

It took a few hours before the door to Nadia's cell was finally opened, we entered, and I could see the woman holding her baby wrapped in a stained white cloth, there's blood all over the bed and a little on the floor, but she didn't look that badly hurt.

There's blood on Isaac too, but he's a little further away, so I approach her.

"Nadia," I called her name and saw her look at me, afraid. "I need to take the child."

"He's perfect!" Nádia spoke in a string of voices, between happiness and sadness. "If I could, I would have chosen differently."

"We can't change the past," I spoke calmly and sat down on the bed next to her, but without trying to pick up the baby.