The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, a steady contrast to the quiet murmurs between Emma and Amy.

Serena’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry at first, but then clearing enough to see her daughter curled up in her arms.

“Mommy?” Amy’s small voice was filled with relief as she tightened her hold around Serena.

“You’re awake!”

Serena exhaled slowly, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.

“Amy…” Her voice was hoarse, dry, as if she had ...