Wit:
Sophia’s eyes began to flutter. It was the first sign of life returning after weeks of stillness.
The sounds of her coming back to us were like the peace that washes through your soul when you sit beneath a tin roof during a thunderstorm.
The room was filled with the soft hum of medical equipment, and the beeping of the heart monitor was a steady reminder of her still fragile state.
Even so, It was like, for a tiny minute, the chaos we had all been forced to swallow finally became fleeting instead of permanent.
The sounds of Elias's panic reminded me he had watched her die over and over before being unconscious like this. He had no idea that this meant her eyes would soon open again or that he would soon have his mother back.
"We have no idea who she will be when she wakes up
