Chapter 19 - The Turning Point
For three grueling hours, Genevieve, Evelyn, and my loyal estate nurses stayed by the children's bedside.
We watched the clear plasma slowly trickle down the plastic tubing, entering their tiny veins drop by drop.
The mansion remained dead silent as everyone waited in breathless anticipation for any sign of improvement.
I stood near the large glass window, holding Genevieve around the waist as she rested her head against my chest.
At 7:15 AM, as the first golden rays of the morning sun broke over Lake Michigan, a monitor tone shifted.
Jonah’s heart rate began to climb steadily, returning to a normal, healthy rhythm on the digital display.
Seconds later, Blythe’s blood pressure stabilized, the pale, ghostly color returning to her soft cheeks.
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Blythe stirred beneath her blanket, her long eyelashes fluttering open as she looked around the room.
Her eyes locked onto Genevieve standing beside her bed, and a tiny, beautiful smile spread across her face.
