MIA
"So, how long will this trial thing take?" I ask, trying to keep the edge of desperation out of my voice. I need Gabriel here, not just for me, but for our son too.
Kiara shrugs, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips. "Could be hours, Mia. Court stuff, you know? It's always a bit of a circus."
I huff, dropping onto the bed next to her. "A circus I wish we had popcorn for. At least then we could enjoy the show."
Kiara laughs, and I can't help but join in. It's a brief moment of levity in what feels like an endless sea of worry.
After a moment, I bite my lip, hesitating. "Kiara... I want to see him. My son."
Her expression softens, and she nods, standing up. "Of course, let's go."
We make our way to the neonatal unit, my heart pounding with every step. As we approach the incubator where my son lies, I feel a mix of awe and fear. He's so tiny, so fragile-looking, hooked up to machines that beep and whir in a steady rhythm.
Kiara points to the incubator, her voice a whisper. "There
