Laura’s POV Elina’s breathing was shallow, her small chest rising and falling beneath the thin hospital gown. I held her hand, careful not to squeeze too hard. The monitors beeped steadily, but the sound felt deafening in the silence. Richard hovered nearby, hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight. His eyes kept darting between Elina and me, conflicted, haunted. “She’s awake,” I whispered. Richard’s voice cracked slightly. “She… she is?” I nodded, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “She knows you’re here. That’s enough for now.” He took a step closer, his movements hesitant, unsure. “Laura… she’s my daughter.” The words were almost a whisper, as if saying them aloud made them real. “Yes,” I said softly. “But right now, she needs stability. That’s what she needs from you.” Richard’s hands clenched at his sides, and for a moment, he seemed frozen. “I—” His voice broke. “I failed her.” “No,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “You didn’t. You’re here now. That counts for something.
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