Xane’s PovI managed to get Mom upstairs and into one of the guest rooms. She was still trembling, clutching the edge of the blanket like it might anchor her to something real. Her cheeks were blotchy from crying, and her voice kept breaking on the same two words.“He’s alive,” she whispered again, almost like she didn’t believe it. “After all this time, he’s alive.”I sat beside her on the bed, careful not to crowd her. “I know, Mom. That’s… good, right? It means there’s still hope.”Her hands shook as she wiped at her tears. “But what if he never wakes up?” she whispered. “What if I finally get him back, but I can never actually talk to him again? Never hear his voice?”I didn’t have an answer. I just pulled her into my arms, her weight small and breakable against my chest.For a moment, we stayed like that — just the sound of her soft crying and the rain tapping against the window. I rubbed slow circles against her back, the way she used to when I was little and the nightmares got
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