The days after the loss were a blur. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the baby—saw the life we had imagined slipping away. I tried to pull myself together, but it was hard. Max was nowhere to be found.
He didn’t call. He didn’t come by. The silence between us stretched on, and I was left to face the wreckage of our relationship on my own.
Then came the day I walked into the living room to find Max packing his things. He was moving out.
My heart slammed into my chest as I watched him shove clothes into a duffel bag, his face expressionless. "Max, what the hell is going on?" I asked, my voice trembling. The anger, the hurt—it was all bubbling to the surface.
Max didn’t look at me. "I’m leaving, Lily," he said flatly. "I can’t do this anymore."
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