Haley's POV:
Some wounds didn't just need time. They needed space. I needed silence and room to breathe.
I once believed time could fix anything, that if you loved someone hard enough, long enough, it would be enough. But love wasn't always the glue—it could just as easily be the knife.
Sebastian had always been a good father. I never doubted that. Even when I doubted everything else, even when I doubted myself… that part was clear.
But it wasn't enough anymore.
Every morning, while I packed Lily's lunch, I made a second box. Simple things—cut-up fruit, cheese sticks, his favorite peanut butter sandwich with no crusts.
"Give this to Jordan, okay?" I would tell Lily, tucking the extra lunch into her bag.
She always nodded seriously. "Yes, Mommy. I give it to him at sn
