Dorothea and Latham hurried through the hospital corridors, hearts pounding. As soon as they opened the door to the hospital room, Dorothea saw Pauline propped up against the pillows, looking frail but awake. Tears sprang to Dorothea’s eyes and she rushed over without thinking.
“Grandma, you’re awake!” Her voice trembled as she wrapped her arms tightly around Pauline.
Pauline patted Dorothea’s shoulder, her touch gentle and familiar. “Is that you, Dorothea?”
“It’s me,” Dorothea said, trying to smile through her tears. She wiped her cheeks, searching Pauline’s face for a sign of recognition. “Grandma, do you remember me?”
Pauline smiled softly. “Of course I do. How could I forget my precious girl?”
Latham stood quietly near the door, giving them space. He didn’t want to interrupt the moment between grandmother and granddaughter.
But then Pauline’s gaze drifted over to him, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Dorothea, who is this young man?”
Dorothea’s heart skipped a beat. “Grandma, don’t you remember him?”
Latham stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. “Grandma, I’m Latham. I’m Dorothea’s husband.”
He offered a gentle smile. “We’ve met before, but maybe you don’t remember.”
Pauline looked at him, clearly struggling to place his face. “Oh, have we met?” She turned back to Dorothea, concern in her eyes. “Dorothea, you just graduated and you’re already married? Something as important as this, why didn’t you tell me?”
Dorothea and Latham exchanged bewildered glances, both caught off guard.
Latham gave Dorothea a reassuring look. “I’ll go talk to the doctor and see what’s going on.”

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