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Mia's POVHe took a breath. "Mia.""Don't." I held up my hand. "It's a new immunotherapy procedure. CAR-T cell infusion combined with targeted lymphodepletion."I stared at him."Hugo's team has been monitoring my markers," he continued. His voice was steady. Too steady. "My baseline has improved enough that I'm finally eligible. There's a clinical trial at Johns Hopkins—one of the leading researchers in autoimmune disorders. They accepted me three days ago.""Three days," I said. "You've known for three days.""Yes.""Were you going to tell me at all?" My voice cracked. "Or were you just going to disappear into a hospital tomorrow and hope I didn't notice?""I was going to tell you tonight.""Tonight. The night before." I laughed. It sounded wrong. "Twelve hours. Wow. How generous.""The procedure has a narrow window. The timing—""I don't give a shit about the timing!"The words exploded out of me. Louder than I meant. I didn't care."I don't give a shit about your window or your c

Mia's POVThe family lounge was too bright. That was the thing about hospitals—they never let you forget where you were. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in that flat, shadowless glare that made everyone look slightly ill. Even Sophie, with her perfect makeup and her Hermès scarf, looked washed out. Gray around the edges.Madison was asleep against my shoulder.Her breath came slow and even, warm against my neck. She'd been asleep for almost an hour now, her small body heavy with the particular weight of exhausted children."Coffee?"Thomas's voice. Low. Careful. He was holding a paper cup, steam rising from the surface.I shook my head.He sat down anyway. Not next to me—there wasn't room, with Madison sprawled across half the couch—but close. Close enough that I could smell the coffee, dark and bitter, cutting through the nothing-smell of the hospital air."You should eat something," he said."I'm fine."He didn't respond. Just sat there, holding his coffe

Mia's POVWe took the elevator back up. Madison pressed the button. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.The doors opened.The hallway was quiet. It was always quiet on this floor. The ICU had a particular quality of silence—not empty, but muffled. Held. Like the building itself was holding its breath.I pushed the door open.Alexander was still standing by the bed. Still talking. His voice had gone hoarse now, scratchy at the edges, but he hadn't stopped."—and then the dragon said, 'I'm not scary, I'm just misunderstood,' and the princess said, 'Well, you should work on your communication skills,' and the dragon said—"He stopped when he saw us."Madison, you're back. I'm telling Daddy about the dragon and the princess. Do you want to help? You can be the princess voice. I'm doing the dragon voice."Madison walked to the sofa. Sat down. Pulled Eleanor against her chest."Maybe later," she said."Okay." Alexander turned back to Kyle. "Madison says maybe later. She's shy. But she'll do the princess voice e

Mia's POVThe apartment smelled something familiar. The lavender of the diffuser I'd left running in the living room. The faint, stubborn sweetness of the cookies Alexander had baked last week, burned on the edges, still somehow lingering in the kitchen walls. The woolly, animal warmth that meant Gas.I stood in the doorway and let the smell of it wash over me.Alexander pushed past me first. "We're HOME!" he announced. "WE'RE HOME AND DADDY'S ALIVE!"His voice bounced off the walls. Off the family photos in the hallway—the one from last Christmas where Ethan was mid-sneeze, the one from Madison's adoption day where we were all crying and smiling at once. Off the coatrack with its tangle of scarves and jackets, the top hook still holding the raincoat I'd been meaning to donate for six months.The lights came on. One by one. The living room with the blanket still bunched on the couch where Madison had been sitting when I told them we were going to the hospital.Everything exactly where

Mia's POVGas looked up at us. Her eyes were bright, wild with something ancient and instinctive. She whined."Mama." Alexander's hand found mine. "Is Gas okay?""She's fine. This is normal." I squeezed his fingers. "But it might take a long time. Hours, maybe. Dogs don't have their babies all at once.""How long?""I don't know exactly. Every dog is different.""Can we stay? Can we watch?"I looked at them. Three small faces, still damp from the bath, still flushed from the warm water. Three sets of eyes, wide and worried and hopeful."Not tonight," I said."But—""It's almost two in the morning. You need to sleep.""We're not tired!""Alexander, you were literally falling asleep in the car.""That was CAR tired. This is PUPPY tired. Different kinds of tired.""There's only one kind of tired, and you have it.""That's not scientifically accurate," Ethan said."Bed. Now."Alexander opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "What if they're born while we're sleeping?" His voice was