Laura
The days blurred together into an endless loop of hospital visits, sleepless nights, and tense silences. The babies had been discharged a week ago, but life hadn’t returned to normal. If anything, it had grown more fractured. Alexandra's fragile heart condition hung over us like a dark cloud, while Adrian’s underdeveloped lungs meant frequent physiotherapy sessions and a feeding tube that only added to my guilt.
I couldn’t even breastfeed.
It was the one thing I thought I’d be able to give them, and now, even that was taken from me.
David’s presence—or lack of it—only deepened the divide. He was out before I woke up and back long after I fell asleep. The warm side of the bed was proof enough that he returned, but it wasn’t enough to quell the growing resentment in my chest. Eve
