-LIANA-The hospital smelled like bleach and fear.Elias clung to my hand, his little fingers warm and sticky from the lollipop Maya had bribed him with before we left home. His curls bounced with each step, and his eyes darted everywhere — wide, curious, a little worried.I’d tried to dress bright for him — a pale yellow blouse, soft jeans — but nothing could mask the heaviness sitting under my ribs. Every corridor looked the same. Every beeping monitor made me flinch.When we reached the door to Tristan’s room, I hesitated.For a second, I just stood there, watching my reflection in the small windowpane. My hair was neat, my face composed — but my heart was still racing, my throat thick with guilt.He’d taken the hit meant for me.And no amount of hospital-grade bandages could cover that kind of wound.Elias tugged on my hand. “Mommy? Can we go in now?”I blinked and forced a smile. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go see Daddy.”The door creaked open.Tristan was sitting up against the pillows,
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