The neonatal unit's corridors had become the centre of Selin's world. Every morning she escaped the mansion's cold walls and came here, to these disinfectant-scented halls, to stand before the glass and watch the rise and fall of that small chest. She wore Fusun Hanim's cardigan again — she wore it every day now. In each loop of that wool was something she was not ready to let go.
A Glimmer of Hope
Doctor Ahmet Bey came toward her with a folder under his arm and the careful smile of someone delivering news he hopes will land well. "Selin Hanim, we have some encouraging developments. The lungs are responding faster than we projected. We reduced the ventilator support this morning. At this rate — perhaps next week — you will be able to hold him."
Selin's eyes filled. It was the way light
