Lior’s POV
The hospital smells of antiseptic and panic. I can feel Lila’s hand trembling in mine as we rush through the sliding doors, her breaths shallow and uneven. The corridor is bright, too bright, the kind that makes fear look sharper.
Lila pulls her hand free and runs ahead before I can stop her. Her steps falter when she spots the operating room, where Liam stands rigid against the wall, his eyes distant, his knuckles white.
“How’s she? How’s the baby?” Lila’s voice cracks as she speaks. “I hope nothing’s wrong?” The desperation in her tone slices through the cold air, a trembling plea that makes even the passing nurses slow for a second.
The doors to the operating room slide open with a heavy mechanical sound. A doctor steps out, her expression shadowed with worry, the kind th
