Amelia's POV

The hospital hallway smells like disinfectant and missed opportunities.

I smooth down the skirt of my dress—modest navy blue, perfectly pressed—and adjust the gift basket in my arms. Fresh lavender and chamomile tea, organic honey, hand-knitted blankets in soft cream. The kind of thoughtful gifts that say 'I care' without screaming 'I'm trying too hard.'

'Perfect. Just like everything else about me.'

Through the ...