Camila’s POVMorning sunlight slips quietly through the hospital curtains. For the first time in days, I wake up without hearing alarms, shouting voices, or running footsteps outside the room.Mom is already awake. She’s sitting against her pillow, staring out the window with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “You scared me.” My voice comes out softer than I expect. She turns and smiles. “I know.”“I’m sorry.” I immediately shake my head. “No.” “You don’t get to apologize.” She laughs quietly. “I don’t?” “You almost gave me a heart attack.” She tilts her head. “That dramatic?” “Very.”She reaches over and gently pats my hand. “I’ll try not to almost disappear again.” I pretend to think about it. “Hmm.” “Accepted.” “Barely.” She laughs again. The sound fills the room so naturally that tears almost reach my eyes.I’ve missed hearing her laugh. Really laugh. Not force it. Not fake it. Just… laugh. “You know…” She studies my face. “You still pout exactly like you did when you were e
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