“Don’t say my name.”
The words were not cruel, but they stopped him mid-step.
“You brought those papers knowing I was at a high-risk.”
He didn’t answer.
“You cornered me,” I continued. “You pushed me knowing emotional stress wasn’t safe.”
“I never intended for this to happen.” he replied.
“It doesn’t matter what you intended.”
My voice trembled.
“You planned everything. Every outcome. Every possibility.” I swallowed. “Except the part where I could break.”
His shoulders shifted slightly. A small movement, but I saw it.
“I lost my son,” I whispered.
The word son felt unfamiliar in my mouth. Like I was telling someone else’s story.
“But you?” I looked at him carefully. “You lost him before he ever had a chance.”
That one landed.
He actually stepped back.
For the first time sinc
