Third Person
Days turned into nights, and nights into more unanswered questions.
Ashley had not reached out. Not once. Not even to ask about the most innocent party in all of this, their child.
Marco sat in silence most evenings, phone in hand, as if waiting for a message that he already knew wouldn’t come. At first, he told himself she needed time, that maybe the chaos of everything had overwhelmed her. But as the silence stretched on, hope turned bitter, and reality began to whisper harsher truths.
Ashley had only used their child as a pawn, a means to manipulate him, to get what she wanted, to keep him under control. And though that realization cut deeper than any wound, part of him had still clung to the foolish idea that she might care, at least a little, about their child.
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