Chapter Ten
“We’ll be able to leave soon,” Adalia said, holding Isaac in her arms and rocking him back and forth. He was fed, bathed and changed and finally, she’d be able to take her darling child home for a while. The doctors wanted to monitor the situation, but he was yet to show signs of his illness.
Her baby was stronger than ever and she was proud of him. She tickled his nose, unable to get past the incredible swelling of love, the wave she rode whenever he was close to her.
Isaac was her new dream and she would keep him alive by sheer force of will alone if that was what it took.
“You’re the luckiest woman alive,” Sylvester Montclair said, standing beside her. “And I’m the luckiest grandpa. Look at the little guy. He’s already a fighter.” Her father’s pride shone through his exp
