Miles’s POV
The hospital room felt colder than usual—sterile and still, like the air had frozen mid-breath. Daphne sat hunched on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as they pressed a crumpled tissue to her nose. Though the bleeding had stopped, the red stain on the white fabric lingered, a reminder of the panic that had gripped us only minutes ago.
I stood beside her, hands clenched at my sides, jaw tight. My eyes didn’t leave the door. Every second that passed without the doctor felt like a ticking bomb in my chest.
The soft click of the door opening jolted me.
Finally.
I moved toward her before she could take a step inside. “You’re finally here,” I said, desperation slipping through the cracks in my voice. “What’s wrong with my wife?”
Dr. Lindsay entered with a clipboard tu
