The crying did not stop immediately.
Evelyn kept humming.
She rocked gently back and forth, as if she had done this a thousand times before.
The baby’s fists slowly opened.
His breathing became uneven, then steady.
For the first time since his birth, the room grew quiet, not silent, but calm.
Mr. Roland froze.
He took one step closer, afraid to breathe too loudly.
The baby’s eyes fluttered, then closed.
Asleep, completely asleep.
Evelyn did not smile.
She did not celebrate.
She simply lowered herself into the chair and held him, still humming, still praying in her heart.
Mr. Roland felt something tighten in his chest.
Hope, he did not say a word.
He only turned and walked away, his footsteps slower than before.
The baby slept peacefully in Evelyn’s arms.
His tiny chest rose and fell, calm and quiet.
Evelyn waited a few minutes, then slowly leaned forward and placed him back in the crib.
The moment his back touched the mattress, his eyes flew open.
He screamed loud, sharp, desperate.
Evelyn flinched.
She lifted him again, holding him close.
Almost immediately, the crying stopped.
His body relaxed.
His breathing slowed.
Evelyn frowned.
She tried again.
She gently placed the baby back on the bed.
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