The delivery room at Green Hearts Hospital no longer felt like a battlefield. The chaos, the urgency, the sharp commands and breathless tension—all of it had faded, leaving behind something softer. Something sacred.
Warm golden light slipped through the half-drawn blinds, stretching across the pale blue walls and gleaming off the polished floor. The faint scent of antiseptic still lingered, but it was no longer harsh or clinical. It had been overtaken by something gentler—the clean, powdery sweetness of a brand-new life. The monitors nearby hummed quietly, their steady beeping no longer alarming but comforting, like a lullaby reminding everyone that she was here. That she was real.
At the center of it all lay Eliana Bennett.
