The weight cut into her palm, but she lifted it anyway and ran up the stairs.
She bumped into people and ignored shouted warnings as she kept moving.
When she reached the maternity floor, the door to the delivery room was still open.
Inside, grief had already taken control of everything.
The baby was covered to the chest, the mother looked lifeless, and the father was on his knees.
Nora stepped inside.
A nurse turned toward her with fury.
“Who allowed her to enter this room?” the nurse demanded loudly.
Nora did not answer as she placed the bucket on the floor with a sharp sound.
Everyone looked at the ice and then at her face.
“It is not too late, please let me try,” she said, her voice trembling but determined.
The doctor stepped forward immediately.
“This is completely unacceptable, you need to leave right now,” he said.
But Jonathan raised his hand slowly.
For a reason he could not explain, no one moved.
Nora walked toward the baby and gently lifted him into her arms.
The body felt cold and far too still.
Then, in front of everyone, she made the first move that could either save him or destroy everything.