Before dawn breaks above the city skyline, AYANA slips away at exactly 6:47. The room holds still, filled only with those who held her close. Her chest stops rising after one long silence follows another. In a blink — she is here, then nowhere. Their child, sibling, warrior — gone without warning.A sharp cry tears through the walls — Sarah crumpled, voice breaking. Amon grips them both, his arms locked around Sarah and the child, tears streaming. David touches Ayana’s fingers, pleading under his breath, refusing to let go. Down on the floor, Mama Grace presses her palms together, words spilling out like water. Miriam sits still, face wet, clutching Amara close as the little girl blinks at shadows moving too fast.Hours pass while they sit frozen, clinging to Ayana’s still form, unable to face the truth that she is no longer there. A soft knock breaks the silence — the hospice nurse steps in, voice steady yet kind, saying it is time to contact the funeral home. Sarah grips tighter, he
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