I searched his face.
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what they told me. They’ll explain it all to you, too, when you’re ready.”
I reached for his hand, and he gave it to me without pulling me toward him.
Only then did I let myself cry again, this time with relief.
The baby remained in the hospital for observation while the specialist completed the first tests.
The results were reassuring.
There would be follow-up appointments and careful monitoring, but no urgent procedure was needed.
The uncertainty had not vanished, yet it no longer felt like a darkness without edges.
We had a plan.
On our second morning in the hospital, the nurse placed the baby in my arms and showed me how to
support the small head.
Alexander sat beside the window, learning the same things with the grave attention he brought to board meetings.
When the baby curled a hand around his finger, his face softened.
