…she simply lay there, nestled against her father as if finding solace in his still presence. Her breathing was steady, and though her eyes were closed, there was no trace of distress on her face. The room was silent now, the earlier chaos hushed by the weight of what they were witnessing.
The grandmother, a woman of few words but profound intuition, stepped forward with a calm that belied the unusual situation. Her presence commanded a certain respect, and the room deferred to her. She gently reached out and touched Camila’s hair, whispering softly, “Let her be for now. She is finding her peace.”
