Chapter 112 A Tiny Heartbeat Of Hope

• BRIANA
• Sitting in the hospital room, my heart pounds as I fidget with Drake’s fingers. He’s been quietly holding my hand, his calm presence grounding me, but I can’t shake the nervousness bubbling inside. We’re waiting for Hannah to finish with another patient before doing my ultrasound—the one that will tell us how far along I am.
• Drake squeezes my hand gently. His silver-gray eyes soften as he studies me.