Saint:
Morning broke slowly, the muted sunlight filtering through the hospital window, casting a soft, gentle glow over the room. I'd spent all morning long after surgery at Shay's side, our daughter cradled gently in my arms, as she drifted peacefully between sleep and wakefulness. Each time I looked at Shay, reality slammed into me anew, sharp and unforgiving.
My throat felt raw from the quiet stories I whispered endlessly, recounting every beautiful moment I shared with Shay. Our daughter deserved to know her mother, even if it was only through my memories.
"Your mama," I murmured softly, my voice rough with grief, "is the strongest woman I've ever known. She has a laugh that lights up the darkest days, and her kindness—well, it's like nothing else. You're going to be so proud to cal
