The sun streamed through the wide windows of the private hospital room, bathing everything in golden light.

The soft beeping of machines and the low hum of voices outside were the only sounds that filled the otherwise silent space.

Roxanne sat beside the hospital bed, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched Finn’s frail fingers.

Then, like a dream come true, his eyes fluttered open.

"Finn..." Roxanne whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

A slow, tired smile stretched across her brother’s face. "Roxie..."

The sound of his voice, even rough and weak, made tears spring to Roxanne’s eyes.

She leaned down, pressing her forehead against his hand as a sob...