Judy's POV

The next morning came quietly.

Too quietly.

The hospital room was filled with soft morning light, and for the first time in days, I didn't wake up with fear squeezing my chest. I opened my eyes slowly and listened to the sound of my mother's breathing.

She was sleeping.

Peacefully.

That alone felt like a miracle.

Sophia was curled up on the small couch beside the window, her phone resting on her chest. She had refused to leave our side the whole night. Even when I told her to go home