Dawn’s heart twisted at the news. She’d prayed so many times for Ava to wake up… and now she had. But it didn’t feel like joy. Not really. Instead there was this heavy ache, this jealous, twisting thing in her chest. The house had just been alive, full of music and laughter, and now… it was quiet. Too quiet. Like the weight of something none of them were ready for had just fallen over them.
Adam didn’t even bother changing out of his suit. He bolted for the hospital, Daphne right behind him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked softly, tilting her head.
Dawn couldn’t answer. She just sank onto the couch and let her siblings hover over her. She tried to speak, finally, but it came out barely a whisper. “I… I’m happy for Ava… I really am. But… if she comes back…
