"All right…"
His hand moved with unexpected gentleness as he guided hers, helping her gather the fallen garments from the carpet. But Daniella's heart was already a chaotic storm. Her breaths came shallow and uneven, each one laced with rising panic. She couldn't bear the thought of waiting even another hour, let alone another day. She had seen too many children lost before they ever drew breath, too many fragile futures destroyed in sterile rooms just like this one. This child, her child, was something she had to protect at all costs.
"Let's go… I'll do it now," she said, her voice tight, almost trembling with urgency.
"All right," Santiago replied, his tone calm but firm, leaving no room for debate or delay.
