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Nothing good happens after midnight

That night, as she lay in bed, a heavy unease clung to her. Her chest felt tight, like her heart was trying to scream and cry. Her feet were colder than they should have been, as if the night had crept in and stolen all the warmth. She pulled herself to Archie closer, desperate for any warmth, any comfort. No matter what, he was the one who could calm her, make her feel like everything would be okay.

She tried to shut her eyes, but they kept fluttering open. Archie's steady breaths, soft and rhythmic, told her he'd already drifted off. Finally, she clenched her eyes shut, willing herself into an uneasy sleep. For a little while, it worked.

3 am

The sharp ring of her phone cut through the heavy silence, pulling her from the fragile dreamland she'd finally found. Lydia's chest tightened as she sat up, the weight of something heavy pressing down on her. "Luciana," she whispered. The silence that followed on the other end of the line told her everything. Time stretched unbearably, each second an eternity.

"Mom," Luciana's voice cracked, barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath before she spoke again. "She's in the hospital."

The phone slipped from Lydia's grasp.

She had known.

From the moment she'd laid down that night, she had known something was coming.