Micah stood quietly at the doorway, his hand resting in the frame. His chest rose and fell slowly as he watched the scene in front of him. Darcy sat beside the hospital bed, adjusting carefully the blanket over his mother. Nora leaned on the edge of the bed, chatting away with a bright smile on her face. Flora, though pale and weak, was smiling too, eyes soft, filled with warmth and love.
The sight made Micah pause.
He could feel the affection between them, so real it was almost overwhelming. It was like a heavy stone that had been sitting on his chest finally rolled off. For the first time since knowing the truth, he could breathe without pain. His shoulders dropped a little, tension easing from his body.
