The sun streamed through the wide windows of the private hospital room, bathing everything in golden light.

The soft beeping of machines and the low hum of voices outside were the only sounds that filled the otherwise silent space.

Roxanne sat beside the hospital bed, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched Finn’s frail fingers.

Then, like a dream come true, his eyes fluttered open.

"Finn..." Roxanne whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

A slow, tired smile stretched across her ...