The room was still buzzing with the aftermath of the chaos, but the only thing that mattered now was the small life in my arms. My son’s cry, once a distant hope, was now a reality, and it filled the room with its pure, innocent sound. The nurses continued their tasks with renewed vigor, ensuring everything was as it should be after the tumultuous few minutes we had just endured.
Dr. Winters, after confirming that my son was stable, gave me a reassuring nod. “He’s doing well, Evelyn. Just keep him close and let him feel your warmth.”
I nodded, my eyes never leaving my baby’s face. It was hard to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. Judith’s delusion, Lisa’s heartbreaking confession, and most of all, Marcus’s betrayal by inaction. I had never felt so betrayed and so fiercely protective at the same time.
