Chapter 34
The passage of months felt like a blur, swept under time's cruel hand. Seasons shifted, but for Euri, each day bled into the next—marked by pain, weakness, and the hollow space her daughter had left behind. She was thinner now, her once vibrant presence dulled to a fragile shadow of itself. Her condition, which had once offered a sliver of hope for recovery, had worsened beyond what anyone anticipated. The doctors didn't say it outright, but everyone could feel it—like a clock ticking louder with every breath she took. Meanwhile, across the ocean, Sydney stood in front of a window, the light of a golden afternoon painting her small apartment in warm hues. Her hand rested gently on her belly, now curved and unmistakable beneath the soft cotton of her dress. Each flutter from within made h
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