Chapter 119

Maeve’s POV

The plastic spoon trembled in my hand as I fed Aunt Clara the last of the bland hospital porridge.

The room smelled of antiseptic and fading hope, a smell that had become my entire world over the last few days.

Then, the heavy door groaned open, and the gloom didn't just lift, it was obliterated.

“Momma!”

The word was a sunburst. Leo exploded into the room, a vibrant, chaotic blur of