Just after midnight, alarms erupted.
Spencer’s breathing failed.
Staff rushed in.
Ava grabbed her sisters’ hands.
“Come on. He needs us.”
Despite protests, they slipped into the room.
Skye placed her hands on his cheeks.
Harper took his right hand.
Wren held his left.
Daisy placed her palms over his heart.
And the four began to sing—
a lullaby they used to whisper to each other under cold bridges.
Soft.
Unsteady.
Full of survival.
The monitor flatlined.
Camille screamed for help.
The girls didn’t stop singing.
Skye leaned close and whispered:
“Daddy… please stay.”
Her first time ever saying the word.
Then—
beep.
A heartbeat.
Then another.
Then another.
Doctors froze.
It made no medical sense.
But it was happening.
The Courtroom Battle
The next morning, Clive’s lawyers tried to have the girls removed.
Roland lost every argument—until Camille called.
“He’s awake.”
Minutes later, Spencer appeared on camera—pale but conscious, with four small hands wrapped around his.
“Sir,” the judge asked, “can you care for these children?”
Spencer smiled weakly at his daughters.
“They saved my life. They are the reason I’m still breathing. This isn’t charity. This is family.”
Silence.
Then:
“Adoption granted.”
A Second Chance at Life
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