Thor’s phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, shattering the morning silence. He opened his eyes slowly, still groggy, and answered without checking the screen. On the other end, Letícia’s hurried voice came through loud and clear.

“Thor, Isabela’s awake… and she’s asking for you.”

He rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and replied,

“I’m on my way to the hospital.” Then he hung up.

Beside him, Celina slept soundly, lost in a peaceful dream. Thor got up carefully, not wanting to wake her.