Four weeks had passed since the transplant. Four weeks of uncertainty, extreme caution, and silent nighttime prayers. But they had also been weeks of closeness, stolen smiles, and moments that had woven a strong bond between the three of them.

That morning, the hospital room felt a little less cold. Kate sat at the edge of the bed, running her fingers through Oliver's messy hair. He wore dinosaur pajamas and held a tablet in his hands. Grayson sat on the chair by the window, flipping through a storybook he had already read three times, wearing a goofy smile as if every page were brand-new simply because Oliver looked happy.

"Guess what I dreamed last night?" Oliver asked suddenly, using a mysterious tone.

"What did you dream about?" Kate asked, amused.

The boy looked at both of them and answered with utter seriousness.

"That Dad was a soccer player and kicked the ball so hard he broke the goal… and then they kicked him out of the game for being a brute."

Kate burst into lau