Narda's POV
A gentle tap on my cheek stirred me from the depths of sleep.
"Mummy…"
The voice was soft. Fragile. So familiar yet jarring enough to snap me upright.
I blinked. My neck ached. My arm had gone completely numb, and I realized I'd fallen asleep sitting beside the hospital bed, my head rested awkwardly against my own arm. For a second, I was disoriented. But then everything came rushing back.
The kitchen. The scream. The oil. The drive. Axle's breakdown.
Liam.
I shot up, heart pounding. There he was, sitting up on the bed, his little face pale but awake, wide brown eyes blinking up at me. It was his small hand that had tapped me. His voice that had called me something that made my heart squeeze in my chest.
"Mummy…"
I froze for half a second.
Then I
