*Athena*
I glance at Noah, who is peacefully napping in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that makes my heart swell. It’s been a quiet evening, one filled with playful giggles and the soft sounds of lullabies. I’d forgotten how soothing it can be to just watch a baby sleep.
As I wipe down the dining table, my thoughts drift to Max, who is at a charity event with Pamela tonight, which is why I am babysitting Noah. I can’t help but wonder how he’s holding up among the crowd of glitzy socialites and flashing cameras. The thought of him surrounded by the bright lights and forced smiles makes my heart ache slightly. I want him to be happy, and from what I’ve seen, he deserves so much more than the life he seems to be living.
Just then, the sound of the front d
