The morning sunlight gradually lit up the hospital room of Lydia and threw its soft glow over the bed, where she sat silently leafing through the picture book. The machines near her started beeping, but no longer with a frightening sound, but calm and steady as her breathing was now. This was the first time in weeks that she managed to sit up without any assistance, but something still did not feel right.Again, she glanced toward the door.Daddy, Lydia said when Marcus walked into the room holding a little bag of fruits.Marcus forced a gentle smile. "Good morning, princess. How are you feeling today?"“Yes, better, I feel better now that I saw you,” she thought, observing him. “I have a doctor who said I am healing fast.”Marcus nodded, but weariness was still on his face. He had slept, indeed, a little before Ava had gone out of the house. Each silent moment brought to his memory that she was gone.“It is good news,” he said, and put the fruits on the table. "You're very brave."Ly
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