The moment Damian Blackwood stepped into Emma’s hospital room, the air tightened, like the walls themselves straightened their posture. His presence didn’t belong here, in this soft place where fear lived in monitors and quiet prayers, He was angles, steel, power. Arielle rose slowly from her chair, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “What are you doing here?” she whispered. Damian didn’t answer immediately. His gaze drifted to Emma on the bed, her small body curled, her breath shallow, her skin pale in a way no child’s skin should ever be. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in his expression. Not pity, Not sympathy, Something colder, Calculating. Like he was assessing a problem. Then it was gone. He turned back to Arielle. “I need a word,” he said. Arielle’s body tensed. “I’m not leaving her.” “Then I’ll speak here,” he replied coolly. “This won’t take long.” Dr. Wilson stepped forward, sensing tension. “Is everything alright?” Damian didn’t even
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