It was the little boy...
His little body took little steps as he walked towards her without hesitation.
When the boy finally reached the edge of the bed, he stretched out his small hand and gently tugged on Samantha's sleeve.
Samantha's vigilance instinctively increased when she faced the doctors, nurses, and even the middle-aged woman everyone called Mrs. Gilligan. For some strange reason, however, she felt no such unease with the child in front of her and seemed to enjoy his affection.
She wondered if that boy was genuinely her son.
The little boy seemed very happy when he saw that Samantha did not avoid him. He opened his mouth and struggled for a few seconds before finally uttering his first word, "Mommy..."
Samantha's breathing stopped for a moment when the boy uttered that two-syllable word.
