Sebastian's POV
The morning Maya left the hospital felt suffocating. I packed her belongings while she sat motionless on the hospital bed, staring out the window toward the wing that housed the NICU. Her silence spoke louder than any words could.
Her fingers tapped restlessly against the bedsheets. It was the only sign that beneath her calm exterior, a storm was raging.
The discharge paperwork took forever. Every document Dr. Quincy placed before her seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Maya's hand shook as she signed each form, and I had to cover her fingers with mine to help her steady the pen.
"This isn't right," she whispered, her voice thick with pain that cut straight through me. "Mothers shouldn't leave their babies behind."
I pulled her close, feeling how rigid she'd become.
"We'll make it through this together. I swear it."
