The delivery room had gone silent—so silent that it felt like the air itself had stopped moving. Moments before, it had been alive with motion and sound: the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the firm voices of nurses calling out vitals, the doctor’s calm instructions cutting through the tension. Then came stillness. Cold, heavy, and absolute. Emily Turner lay back on the bed, her body trembling from exhaustion and disbelief. Her husband, Michael, stood nearby, pale and frozen in place. The words the doctor had just spoken echoed through the sterile room like a death knell. Their baby had been born...
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