Marcus stood there, watching everything he thought he controlled collapse into something far more real.
Fear.
Dependence.
Trust.
Minutes passed.
Then slowly, Zion’s breathing steadied.
The tension in his body eased.
The color in his face softened.
By the time the doctor arrived, the crisis had already passed.
After examining Zion, he turned to Marcus with a seriousness that left no room for misunderstanding.
