C170 That was Uncle Rowan

Amara stayed seated on the bench with Vaughn nestled against her, feeling his small body slowly begin to relax. Dr. Morgan remained at a distance, giving them space to breathe.

It was a tiny step, a fragile glimmer of progress, but it was enough for now.

Amara kept her voice low and soothing as she began pointing out the different toys and activities scattered around the outdoor area