You know that moment when you realize you’re no longer just in love, you’re defending it?
That’s where I was.
It didn’t happen overnight. It wasn’t some dramatic scene with shouting or tears. It was gradual. Like watching someone slowly put on a jacket you didn’t ask them to wear.
Daniel started moving differently.
Not away from me.
Just… differently.
At first, it was small. Calls became more structured. Conversations slightly more measured. When we talked about anything related to the baby or the engagement, he would pause — just a second longer than before — like he was arranging his words carefully.
And normally, that wouldn’t mean anything.
But when you love someone, you notice rhythm changes.
And his rhythm had changed.
It started with a dinner invitation.
His mother wanted
