Death

As night fell, the sun slipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink before fading to darkness. The moon emerged, casting a silvery glow that illuminated the city and the grounds of Silverbrook Hospital. The hospital's windows shimmered softly, and the surrounding streets were bathed in the gentle light.

Inside the hospital, the nurses made arrangements for the Wayner twins to be taken to the ICU to see their mother as Neil had requested.

He wheeled them into the room in neonatal transport incubators. They'd been fed a moment ago and, true to the nurses' words, his children were super active for babies born prematurely. He'd watched them eagerly suck on the rubber nipples used to feed them milk, their tiny fists flying eagerly in the air. He could almost hear them purr in delight as they drank.