“Van…ia…”

The voice was faint—hoarse, barely more than a whisper lost in the sterile air of the hospital room. But to Vania, it struck like lightning straight through her chest.

She froze.

Her heart skipped.

Spinning toward the hospital bed, her eyes locked onto the lips that had moved again.

“Dev?”

Her voice trembled as she bent closer, tightly clutching his hand.

“Baby, are you awake? Are you really awake?”

Devandra’s eyelids fluttered open, slow and heavy. His gaze was unfocused, dazed—but undeniably alive. His eyes scanned the room, confused at first, until they landed on her.

“Vania…”

This time it was clearer. Real.

Vania’s knees nearly gave out.

“Oh...