Jeremy’s POV
Hospitals are something I hated. Judith almost lost her life giving birth to our son, and I had chosen her at the moment, instead of the baby. Funny how the world works. Now she means nothing to me and my son, my everything.
Because of him, I put up with my ex-wife’s theatrics now.
The antiseptic burns the back of my throat, and my wolf presses forward, restless, unsettled by the hum of machines and the quiet suffering layered into the walls. I stand at the foot of my mother’s bed and remind myself to breathe like a man, not a creature built to listen for heartbeats in the dark.
Sophia lies still beneath the thin sheets, skin pale but not fragile. Even now, even broken, she looks contained. Controlled. The machines hum softly around her, lending rhythm where her body has c
