Lily was discharged on a crisp morning, the hospital halls echoing with a rare sense of relief. Her tiny hands clung to Ava’s as they exited through the double doors, sunlight warming their faces. The doctor had given a clean bill of health, though she still needed rest and light activity. Ava, who had been haunted by every beep and whisper in the hospital room, finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Damien waited outside by his sleek black car, leaning against the door with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His expression remained unreadable, but Ava didn’t miss the subtle nod of approval when...