Henry stood frozen at the doorway, his mind still processing the doctor’s words, but his heart still tethered to Annie, to the fragile woman who had fought so hard to keep her life—and the life of their child—intact. As the doctor spoke about her critical condition, Henry felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and helplessness. Annie had always been strong, but this—this was something far beyond what he had ever expected.
And now, she was awake.
“Henry…” The weak whisper of Annie’s voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. His heart leapt in his chest as he turned toward the bed.
She was awake—eyes fluttering open, her face pale, but the relief in her gaze as it locked onto his was enough to steady him.
“Annie,” he murmured, stepping toward her bedside, his hands reac
