Anna POVAs though the room itself had become afraid to breathe too loudly, because even the smallest disturbance might shatter the thin thread still tying Lucian to this world. I remained kneeling beside the bed with our daughter asleep against my chest, my fingers still wrapped around his hand, while the steady rhythm of the cardiac monitor settled into a pace that was weak but, for the moment, no longer falling.Beep.Pause.Beep.The sound wasn’t comforting.It was simply enough.Enough for me to keep believing in another minute.Enough for me to imagine another hour.I closed my eyes briefly, resting my forehead against his knuckles once more.“Thank you,” I whispered without thinking.I wasn’t even sure who I was thanking.The doctors.The machines.The moon above the hospital.Or perhaps Lucian himself for still being here.Our daughter sighed softly in her sleep, and I smiled through swollen eyes as I adjusted the tiny blanket around her shoulders.“You’ve inherited your fathe
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