I stand there for a moment, the cold tile beneath my feet grounding me, but my mind is a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. I can’t follow him—not like this, with my tear-streaked face betraying the emotions I don’t have the strength to hide. So, I walk. Slowly at first, weaving through the maze of hospital corridors, trying to lose myself in the hum of machines and soft murmurs of conversations.
Somehow, I end up in the newborn ward. The sight of tiny, fragile lives makes my breath catch in my throat. They’re so pure, so innocent, and the overwhelming wave of emotions washes over me like a tidal wave. I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm the storm, but the tears fall relentlessly—silent, steady.
“Yeah,” a voice says softly behind me, making me jump slightly. “I know. They’re so frea
