CLARISSA.Outside the hospital room, machines hummed, phones rang, and the nurses and doctors spoke in urgent voices. But inside my room, time had split cleanly in two, becoming fractured and I was suspended in the fragile, breathless space in between.My two tiny miracles lay in my arms, impossibly small and yet impossibly perfect; a boy and a girl. My son slept with his tiny fist tucked beneath his chin, his breathing soft and rhythmic, like he already understood the comfort of rest. My daughter was more curious, her eyes fluttering open and closed as if she were memorizing the world one blink at a time. Their warmth seeped into me, stitching me back together in places I hadn’t known were torn.“Oh,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re real.”Devan sat beside me, one hand resting on my knee, the other hovering as though he were afraid to touch them too firmly, afraid they might vanish if he did. His eyes were red, his face drawn, but when he looked at the babies, something insi
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