The room suddenly felt different, as if the air itself was charged with something new, something alive. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She leaned forward, not daring to breathe, her eyes fixed on the crib. Max remained still, his tiny body pressed gently against Noah’s side, his warmth radiating like a soothing balm.
Another twitch. This time it was unmistakable. Noah’s small fingers moved again, a gentle curl, almost hesitant as if waking from a long sleep. Sarah gasped, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the cry that threatened to break free. Michael reached for her, his hand gripping her shoulder. His eyes were wide, disbelief and hope warring for dominance.
