Nasya's POV
"Oh my shit! Are you actually alive?" Emma's shrill voice pierced the sterile hospital air as she froze mid-step, her perfectly manicured hands flying to her belly. She was so shocked that I half-expected her to collapse in a Victorian-era swoon.
Harper moved with lightning reflexes to support her sister-in-law, the concern etching premature wrinkles around her tired eyes. "For Moon Goddess's sake, be careful!" she chided, one protective hand bracing Emma's back. "After two miscarriages, you can't afford to be reckless like this!" The unspoken 'again' hung heavily between them.
I should have realized then why Emma hadn't appeared until now. Harper hadn't just kept my "resurrection" from them—she hadn't even told them about Austin's critical condition. But in that moment, I was so overwhelmed by the presence of these three people that I couldn't think, let alone move.
