As the doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to stabilize Benjamin, the Turners found themselves teetering on the edge of disbelief and hope. The frantic energy in the room was a stark contrast to the mournful silence that had consumed it just moments before. Emily watched with bated breath as the medical team moved swiftly, their faces a blend of focus and urgency.
“He’s alive,” Emily whispered again, her voice trembling as she clung to Michael’s arm. Michael nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat, his eyes locked on his newborn son. It was as though the world had shifted on its axis; in the space of a heartbeat, despair had turned to desperate hope.
