Noah’s POV
Something in you changes after almost dying.
I was sitting in my room holding my son securely in my arms. The little boy was wrapped in a soft blanket, sleeping soundly, his tiny chest moving up and down in a slow, perfect rhythm.
Claire was sitting right next to me reaching out and gently stroking our baby's chubby cheeks with a beautiful, genuine smile on her face.
The wound from Tyson's blade was completely healed now, and my skin was back to normal. My heart was beating with a strong, healthy rhythm. But my mind was restless.
"l can't believe how close I came to leaving you. When that silver blade went into my chest, the world went black and cold. I was slipping away into a dark void, and I almost left you and our son all alone."
Claire stopped stroking our baby’s che
