Heath’s POV
They told me she was ready. I didn’t believe them at first. Not after everything. Not after watching her struggle for every breath, every movement, every fragile second of life she chose to hold onto.
“She’s cleared.” The doctor’s voice was firm this time. Certain. “No complications. No instability. She’s strong, Heath.”
Strong.
I looked down at the tiny bundle in my arms.
Mariposa. Posy. My daughter.
She didn’t look fragile anymore. Not like before. Her skin was warm and flushed with life, her tiny fists curling and uncurling like she was testing the world, claiming it.
Her breathing was steady. Her cries were loud. Demanding. Alive.
I swallowed hard. “She can leave?”
The doctor nodded. “She should have never stayed this long. Whatever the healer did… it worked.”
Tal
