The ward was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that made Aria hyperaware of every sound that did exist—the hum of the monitor, the faint hiss of oxygen, the soft tick of the wall clock slicing the night into unbearable pieces. Allen slept. Or what passed for sleep. His lashes lay too still against cheeks flushed with fever, lips parted slightly as if breathing took effort he didn’t want to admit to. Aria sat beside him, one hand wrapped around his smaller one, thumb rubbing slow circles over his knuckles. A habit. One she’d had since the day he was born. Since before she knew how to stop being afraid. Mia had taken Evan and Lila out an hour earlier—to get food, to stretch their legs, to pretend the world still existed outside hospital walls. Aria hadn’t argued. She’d nodded. Smiled. Promised she’d call if anything changed. Nothing was supposed to change. Her phone lay face down on the chair beside her. Silent and useless. She hadn’t checked it in twenty minutes. Didn’t
Last Updated : 2026-01-11 Read more