“Call the doctor,” he managed to whisper, his voice rough with emotions he couldn’t name.
Sarah nodded, scrambling to her feet, her movements shaky as she rushed to the phone. As she spoke, her words stumbled over each other in a rush to explain the unexplainable. The doctor promised to come immediately, his voice cautious yet carrying a thread of curiosity she hadn’t heard before.
Returning to the nursery, Sarah found Michael sitting on the floor, head resting against the crib. Max hadn’t moved, his soft breaths in perfect sync with Noah’s own shallow ones. She knelt beside Michael, her hand finding his. For the first time in months, silence felt hopeful.
