Laura glanced around, her eyes searching for Colin. "Where's Colin?"

The policewoman paused, then replied, "Colin went to be with Mr. Armstrong."

With a heavy heart, Laura closed her eyes.

Exhaustion washed over her, urging her to rest.

The doctor echoed the sentiment.

Shortly after, she drifted off.

Her sleep was deep and undisturbed.

When she woke, it was already the second day.

As Laura's eyes fluttered open, Camila greeted her.

Camila held her hand gently, her voice a soothing whisper. “Feeling hungry? Thirsty?"

Laura's parched throat begged for water.

She was feeling almost dehydrated.

With a grateful nod, Laura accepted the cup Camila offered.

Relief washed over her as she took the first sips, quenching her thirst.

"Thanks. Are you tired?" Laura asked.

"I'm fine," Camila said, though fatigue shadowed her expression.

"Why do you look so worn out?" Laura observed the tiredness in Camila's features.

But for now, Camila couldn't share what had happened.

Laura lay there, feeling drained and delicate after giving birth.

Morrison remained unconscious, still resting peacefully.