Emily's POV
The morning after Mom's hospital ordeal arrived with a heaviness that settled deep in my bones. I'd barely slept, my mind replaying the seizure, the ambulance ride, the terrifying moment when I thought I might lose her.
But Mom was stable now, resting peacefully in her room with Nurse Mary maintaining constant vigil. That was something to hold onto.
I found Victor in the dining room, having breakfast alone and already prepared for Work. He looked up as I entered, and something in his expression softened.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Sleeping. Mary says her vitals have been stable all night." I poured myself coffee with shaking hands. "Thank you, Victor. For yesterday. For coming to the hospital, for being there when I needed…"
"I meant what I said." His voice was firm. "Nothing is going to happen to Margaret. Not on my watch."
