The camera slowly zooms into Alina’s face as she stares intensely at her dark phone screen. She bites her lower lip nervously and glances toward the empty hospital doorway, then forces a small, fragile smile of denial while her hands visibly tremble against the baby's blanket.
Dialogue in this scene:
Alina: "Maybe it's just the traffic... or his phone died. Yeah, that's it."
No background music.
