Hannah cried when she heard the word stable.

Lucas gripped the sides of his chair and asked when they could see her.

In the recovery area, Hope seemed impossibly small beneath the blankets.

There was nothing cinematic about the moment.

No music, no speech, no instant resolution.

Just a tired family standing beside a sleeping baby and trying to remember how to breathe normally.

“Can I sit here?” Lucas asked Hannah.

She glanced at the chair.