Desi stood by Lily’s bedside, adjusting the IV and checking the machines. The steady beeping was the only sound in the room, but her mind was racing. Lily’s condition hadn’t improved in days. Despite everything Desi tried, the little girl was still weak.
She felt a familiar tension settle in her chest as she looked down at Lily, her heart sinking. Desi stroked Lily’s hair, her touch gentle. "We’re going to figure this out, sweetheart," she whispered, more to herself than to the sleeping girl.
The door swung open suddenly, slamming against the wall. Desi flinched, her hand freezing mid-air. Lucas stormed in, his eyes sharp and cold, his jaw tight with anger.
"What the hell is going on?" Lucas growled, his voice low and dangerous. He stopped at the foot of Lily’s bed, his hands clenched i
