Agatha's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words weighed down by memories. "It's not my second name. It was a special name given by my mum during her tough days." She exhaled slowly, attempting to ease the tension that had wrapped itself around her chest like an invisible fist.
Christian's brows knitted in mild curiosity. "Tough days?" he repeated, leaning forward ever so slightly.
"Yeah," Agatha nodded, her gaze growing distant. "My mum didn't have the best life. She struggled a lot. During those times, she called me 'Ray.' She said I was the only reason she wanted to live… that I was the only ray in her dark world."
