Veronica’s eyelids fluttered weakly as the sound of muffled voices slowly pulled her back to consciousness.
Her chest rose and fell steadily now, though every breath felt like it required immense effort.
She turned her head slightly to the side, her eyes squinting against the harsh light of the hospital room.
“Mom?”
Taylor's voice, thick with concern, brought her back into focus. Her gaze latched onto his, this son who rarely let his guard down.
Now he looked like the boy she'd raised, scared, fragile, and utterly lost.
"Taylor," she whispered, the word dry and weak in her mouth. He was at her side in an instant, taking her hand in his.
"You're awake," he whispered, as if to say it too loudly would break the spell. "You scared me, Mom."
Veronica attempted a smile, though it came
