The hospital stay was forty-eight hours.
Dashiell never left. Slept in the chair beside Liora’s bed. Handled every diaper change, every feeding, every moment.
“You should go home. Rest,” Liora said on the second day.
“I am home. Wherever you and Atlas are—that’s home.”
Visitors came and went. Fiammetta, crying with joy. Saskia, bringing...