Thor moved toward the hospital bed in slow, deliberate steps. Each one felt heavy, his heart hammering, his face set in grim lines. The room was wrapped in a dense silence, broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor beside Isabela.

“Good afternoon, Letícia,” he said, his voice firm but restrained.

Letícia looked up at him, eyes red and swollen, the mark of a sleepless night and the lingering shock etched into her features.

“I almost lost my daughter, Thor… my grandchild.” Her voice tre