Third person's POV
The morning continued quietly after Rowan stepped out. Light stretched softly across the hospital room, gold around the edges where it met white walls and stainless steel rails. Liora sat beside her grandfather again, her fingers lightly resting atop his. His breathing was steadier, his chest rising and falling in a calm pattern that eased her own. She listened to the beeping of the monitor, no longer tense at every sound.
Her eyes were still tired, but there was a different weight in them now. Not fear, not dread. Just waiting. She had barely settled into the chair when she felt the faintest shift beneath her hand. It was small, so small she almost thought she imagined it. But then her grandfather’s fingers twitched again, and his eyelids fluttered ever so sligh
