She had heard the story.
The sleeping mother.
The unborn child still waiting.
And somehow… she believed she could help.
Emily’s husband, Daniel Carter, hadn’t left her side in months.
At 38, he had put his entire life on hold. Every day, he sat beside her, holding her hand, speaking to her as if she could hear—about their home, their dreams, and the baby boy who would soon arrive.
But the doctors had already prepared him for the worst.
“She may not regain consciousness before the birth,” they told him.
That afternoon, Lily quietly slipped into Room 312.
Daniel turned, surprised to see her standing beside the bed.
