Damien quickly called for the doctor while Charlotte curled into Sofía, her arms wrapped tightly around her mother's waist, her head resting in her lap. Sofía's fingers moved gently through her hair, soothing, steady.
Fernando and Damien stood beside the bed, watching her taking in her pale face, her trembling body, the way she looked completely unraveled.
It was clear she had seen something terrible.
Damien clenched his jaw. He hated this feeling, this helplessness. Jacqueline had suffered nightmares too, and no matter how many times he held her through them, he could never stop them from coming. And now Charlotte…
He didn't want her to carry that same torment.
"He's fine… he's fine…" Charlotte murmured under her breath, as if trying to convince herself.
Sofía tried to ask about the baby, but Charlotte didn't respond.
The tears had stopped, but something else had taken their place.
A hollow distance.
Her eyes looked past them, as if she wasn't truly there anymore.
