The doctors spoke in calm, controlled voices. They used phrases like “comfort care” and “end-of-life plan,” trying to soften the blow. But nothing could soften it enough. Their faces said everything before their words even reached my ears. Liam’s body was tired. Too tired. They told me it was time to take him home. Time to let him rest.
Hearing those words was like having the world ripped out from under me. I tried to breathe, tried to steady myself, but everything inside me felt like it was collapsing. Still, through all of this, Liam remained calm. He looked at me with those wise, gentle eyes as if reassuring me that it was okay.
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