Heavy.
But real.
I reach again.
This time—
something moves.
A finger.
Maybe.
I don’t know.
But I feel it.
And that’s enough.
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Her hand moves.
Just a fraction.
But I feel it.
Every nerve in my body goes on high alert.
“Olivia?”
Nothing.
But I know what I felt.
I lean closer, eyes locked on her face.
“Do that again.”
The machines continue their steady rhythm.
Then—
there.
Another tiny movement.
Her fingers twitch against mine.
That’s not nothing.
That’s everything.
I sit up straighter, hope hitting fast and hard.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “That’s it.”
