Immersed in my work, I didn’t notice the time slipping away as I got lost in my thoughts and the endless stream of reports from my clients. The soft hum of my computer and the scratching of my pen against paper were the only sounds accompanying me in the quiet office. The glow from the computer screen illuminated the faint circles under my eyes, a living proof of the sleepless nights that had become all too common. The doctor said it was late postpartum symptoms, but I knew it wasn’t. It was thanks to the unwanted disruption in my life.
I find myself lying awake when I’m supposed to sleep, thinking about how my life keeps spiralling back to my past. I’ve thought of leaving the country to avoid Kyle again, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I mean, I’ve already built a life here, and it do
