That morning, whispers moved through the hospital halls. The Reed family had finally decided to remove life support. Doctors spoke in careful tones about “quality of life,” about “letting go.”
Emma’s heart sank. She stood outside his room long after her shift ended, unwilling to leave. The first light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting a golden glow across his motionless face.
Her voice trembled. “But if you can’t, I need you to know — someone waited for you.”
Tears blurred her vision. And before she could stop herself, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips — a simple goodbye, secret and soft.
The Miracle
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