Anna's POV
"Annie, our son is back with me," Marcus said, his voice carrying through the speaker with a slight tremor I'd never heard before.
I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape.
Sophia was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet, and I couldn't risk waking her. Tears streamed down my face unchecked as Marcus adjusted the camera to give me a better view of our son.
"Is he—" My voice cracked. "Is he okay?"
Marcus nodded, his expression softening as he looked down at Benedict. "He had a mild case of pneumonia, but it's clearing up well.
The doctor says he'll make a full recovery."
My throat constricted like someone had wrapped a steel wire around it.
Pneumonia. My newborn had been sick, and I hadn't been there to comfort him. The weight of my failure pressed against my chest until breathing felt like pushing against concrete.
