章 97: Drifting Apart

Leila's POV

The hospital room was silent, save for the quiet beeping of the machines monitoring my recovery. I lay there staring at the ceiling, numb to everything around me. The physical pain was manageable, but the emotional ache gnawed at my insides like a never-ending burn. 

I should have been overjoyed. My baby, though fragile and tiny, was alive. I had just met him—my beautiful boy, his little fingers grasping mine as if holding on for dear life. I named him Elias. His name felt like a promise—a light, something pure that I could cling to. But even as I held him for the first time, tears of joy mixed with frustration. I couldn't shake the storm brewing inside me.