Elise found herself listening more than advising. The bond that had begun with her fear for the younger woman evolved into something gentler. They were two women, divided by years but bound by exhaustion and secrets neither could fully name.
One afternoon, while Olivia adjusted the baby’s blanket, Elise asked carefully, “Are you safe, sweetheart?” The words hung heavy in the sterile air. Olivia’s hands froze mid-fold before she exhaled. “Daniel’s… intense,” she said slowly. “He plans everything. Even wanted to name her. But she is my Hope.”