SCARLETT
"Be with me then, since he's left. What do you say? Would you divorce him now? And get together with me?"
The words hung in the air like a dagger suspended above my heart.
Zayden stood behind me, his voice too calm, too sure. Like he had been waiting for this moment all along.
I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My palm stayed pressed against the glass, my son just beyond it, sleeping in a tangle of wires and fragile hope. My heart was already splintered. His words threatened to finish the job.
"Zayden," I said quietly, my throat raw. "Not now."
His footsteps were soft against the tiled floor as he stepped closer. I could feel him behind me—his presence always had weight. Heavy, intense, unmistakable. My spine stiffened as he came too close.
"Why not now?" he asked, voice lo
