Olivia’s POV

Mia tugged at my hand, her small voice pleading for a snack, so I took her to the clinic’s cafeteria, a bustling space filled with patients and staff.

I ordered her favorite—crispy fries and a glass of natural strawberry juice—and we settled at a small table, the hum of conversation around us. Mia munched happily, her legs swinging beneath the table, her face lit with contentment.

“Enjoying your snack?” I asked, smiling as she nodded, her mouth stuffed with ...