The room went silent.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Ethan stared at the medical record as if staring long enough would somehow change the words.
Patient: Amelia Hart.
Procedure: Emergency childbirth.
Child: Noah Hart.
Three years ago.
Amelia had given birth to Noah.
And she didn’t remember.
Ethan slowly looked at the little boy standing beside the door.
Noah looked back at him with those familiar dark eyes.
The same eyes Ethan saw every morning in the mirror.
“Amelia.”
His voice was barely audible.
She couldn’t answer.
Her eyes remained fixed on the photograph.
“I had a baby?”
Ethan stepped toward her.
“It looks that way.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I would remember.”
“I know.”
“I would remember my own child.”
“I know.”
“Then why don’t
