The atmosphere in Cecilia's hospital room that morning was calm. The window curtains were half-open, allowing soft sunlight to gently pour in. Beside the bed, a young doctor was checking the graphs on the heart monitor, then noting something on his digital tablet.

Hans and Nana stood by the bed. Their faces were tense, waiting for an explanation.

“How is she, Doc?” Hans asked softly.

The doctor lowered his stethoscope from his ears. “Medically, her condition is improving. All vital organs are stable, no new complications.” He took a breath. “But there’s one thing you both need to understand.”

Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed,...