Ruby’s breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps. Her hands were pressed to her stomach, trembling so violently it was a miracle the baby hadn’t sensed her panic and mirrored it. Kelvin’s arm was around her waist, his body taut with tension, a living shield between her and Dante, whose figure leaned casually in the doorway like a predator savoring its prey.The hospital corridor beyond the room seemed endless, dim lights flickering intermittently, casting long, wavering shadows that made the space feel alive, dangerous, and claustrophobic all at once. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant beep from the machines, felt amplified, like the universe itself was conspiring to heighten the terror.Ruby swallowed hard, trying to force her body to calm, trying to silence the wild thumping of her heart. She had survived so much already the loss of one child, the gas attack, the revelation that the surviving baby’s father might not be who she thought but this moment felt different. This mome
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