Except for the little hum of activity coming from down the hall, Liam's waiting room is silent.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he paces close to the window.

Evelyn taps lightly on the armrest while sitting with her legs crossed.

Fred leans against the wall, looking at the door and then at his phone.

As they all wait for Louisa, tension pervades the air. A sense of relief fills the room as Louisa eventually enters, appearing worn out but neat.

She brushes a hand through her hair and greets, "Morning," with a slight smile.

"Mom!" Liam rushes over to her, his anxiety obvious. "What happened? Are you alright?...