Moira's POV

Light seeps through my eyelids, warm and gentle. My body feels different—less broken, more whole. The steady beeping of machines fills the silence, but underneath it I hear something else.

Breathing. Two distinct patterns, slow and deep.

I open my eyes carefully. The hospital room comes into focus, sterile white walls and afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.

Lucas and Logan sit in chairs pulled close to ...