Summer's POV
I’d been sitting at Felix’s bedside for nearly three days—during the limited hours I was allowed in—barely eating, refusing to sleep for more than brief snatches.Alexander had tried repeatedly to convince me to rest properly, but how could I close my eyes when each moment with my son felt so precious, so fleeting?
The soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become the soundtrack to my vigil. I'd memorized every pattern, every fluctuation, tensing whenever the rhythm changed even slightly. Dr. Miller and his team came and went, their faces increasingly grim as they checked Felix's vitals and adjusted his medications.
I was clutching Felix's small hand, tracing the delicate veins visible beneath his too-pale skin, when I felt his fingers twitch. My gaze shot t
