ARCHIE POV
The days melded into one another in a haze of hope and heartache. Six days before the two-week mark for Aria's health monitoring, we received the news we'd been longing for: Aria was well enough to be discharged. The relief was palpable, yet bittersweet. As I carried my daughter through the hospital corridors, her tiny hand gripping mine, my thoughts were still with Camilla, lying motionless in that sterile room.
Back home, the atmosphere was a mix of joy and a heavy, lingering sorrow. Aria's laughter filled the rooms, but it couldn't drown out the echo of Camilla's absence. Every corner of the house reminded me of her- her laughter, her kindness, the way she had brightened our lives.
"Daddy, when will Camilla come home?" Aria's innocent question hit me like a punch t
