The morning after Daniel’s revelation, the hospital room filled with presence.Not with noise.Not with chaos.But with weight.James and Elaine Harper walked in at 9:17 a.m., not with flowers or fruit baskets, but with silence — the kind that comes when a parent sees their child broken.Elaine moved first.She didn’t speak.Just stepped to the bed, touched Daniel’s forehead, then his hand, her fingers trembling slightly.James stood behind her, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room — the IV line, the bandages, the monitor’s steady beep — as if he could will the machines to tell him who had done this.“Are you in pain?” Elaine asked, voice low.Daniel turned his head slowly. “Not much. They’ve got me on something.”She nodded, but her eyes glistened.Then she looked at Sophia. “You’ve been here all night.”Sophia nodded. “I didn’t want him to wake up alone.”Elaine reached out, touched her arm. “Thank you.”And in that touch, more was said than words could carry.James steppe
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