e dreams we whispered in the dark, the nights we stayed up talking about the fu
d, someone who would defend me even when I
wrong. Comp
ring a house with a stranger. H
needed him most... tonight, broken and bleeding, trembling from what I had just
g time he could ha
even a flicker of concern
who used to write love notes on stic
ide... and I " I
e I was wasting his tim
e and apologize to Mom and Lizzy,
like
had been about to tell him somethin
usual attitude. Cold. Bo
s, there was a day I spilled juice on his shirt by accident. Instead of
yself it was stress. That things would change. That love could cov
ted. I couldn't raise a child in this kind o
the floor, th
ivorce," I s
my throat. I didn't want this
rely saw me anymore. I had cried enough nights alone in our bed, t
the words hit
om. I could hear the t
ly, he
e started this mood again,"
d him squarely. I needed hi
said I want
idened. He was shocked
ess my words. "Stop saying that, Eu
aid firmly. "I'm no
hild. This has always been your
always the immature one, right? And yo
n, his ph
y. "Hello dear... okay,
ared
was
rio
ga
tract to sign. Jonathan Thomas and Bill Henry. It's huge.
ed him w
No attempt
busi
t Li
ga
knew how much it meant to the company. And even though I was hurting, I
closed behind
ids, and said quietly, "Please give m
ears. She had seen the tension in our h
ed at me during meals. How I
r than her lips. Tonight, she gave me the key with
ask questions. I didn't want t
," I whispered to my
into the guest room. It was quie
e wall. My phone was silent and
heard footsteps in th
from the living room.I knew that
av
e one who
rd. Not R
arp, deliberate, like som
s no music. Just me, my thoughts, and the sound of the ce
born into. A sudden fear gripped me, what if this child grew up feeling the
st. He just stood there, takin
voice broke
e's Eu
bedroom door. S
sto
mp
oth. Pillows untouched. No s
wed. He looked
, more urgen
Where
resp
room, frustration wri
searchin
as alread
had made
me, I wasn't
ton
e not