Chapter 63 Where's My Baby ?!
- Elena's POV
- The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, cold and clean. Too clean. Too sterile.
- I sat on the worn hospital chair beside Asher's crib, my hand gently stroking his soft curls. His chest rose and fell, slow and steady now. The IV in his tiny hand looked far too big for his arm. But he was here. He was safe. For now.