Isabella’s POVDays passed by quietly after Marga was discharged from the hospital. The cold, sterile air of that place was finally behind us, replaced by the familiar scent of home and the soft rhythm of normal life returning. I could still feel the weight of those sleepless nights when fear gnawed at me, when every beep of the monitor beside her bed sounded like a countdown to my breaking point. But now, she was home. Thank God, she was okay.

Seeing her smile again felt like witnessing ...