ARCHIE POV
As I sat there, I felt a strange sense of hope amidst the despair. Camilla had fought for Aria, and now it was our turn to fight for her. We would be there for her, just as she had always been there for us. With every fiber of my being, I prayed for her recovery, believing that love and gratitude could perhaps bring her back to us.
The dim light from the hospital room's ceiling cast a pale glow over Camilla's still form. Each beep of the monitors served as a relentless reminder of her fragility, and the rhythmic sound became a backdrop to my thoughts. Every time I glanced at her face, I felt the burden of my guilt grow heavier.
"Archie," my mother said gently, breaking the silence. "You should get some rest. You've been here for hours."
I shook my head, squeezing C
