–Damon–
Lore's mother, Yolanda, was sitting by the bed, watching over her son as he slept peacefully. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor blended with the low hum of the air conditioner, the room smelling faintly of antiseptic and warm food. I set down the trays Chef Wally had prepared—simple, nourishing meals for Lore and Yolanda—then lowered myself onto the sofa and exhaled slowly.
"Well, he sounded excited about it," I said, breaking the quiet. Yolanda laughed softly.
"He wanted to experience that one," she replied, amusement in her voice. "I don't think he expected this outcome."
We both glanced up when the door opened. Alyssa stepped in with Mom trailing behind her.
"Lore!" Alyssa rushed forward dramatically and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him.
"Ow!" Lore reacted instantly, batting her hands away.
"Oh, you're alive." Alyssa placed a plushie on his chest with exaggerated calm. "Good to know." Then she turned, scanning the room. "You must be Lore's sister."
