Josh Point of View
The hospital buzzed with frantic energy, but Josh barely noticed. His heart slammed against his ribs like it wanted to break free. He gripped the soft pink baby blanket so tightly his knuckles turned white as he stepped inside. Nervous didn’t even begin to cover it. He had no idea if Michaela was really here — or if Braire had lied to him again. But he had to know. He had to see her.
His legs felt heavier with every step toward the reception desk. Cold sweat trickled down his spine. Drawing in a shaky breath, he approached the nurse with dark hair pinned in a bun and kind green eyes.
“Good day, sir. How can I help you today?” she asked warmly.
Josh swallowed hard, his throat tight. “I’m… I’m looking for Michaela Bentley.”
The nurse tilted her head. “Is she a friend
