Amelia entered her apartment, closing the door with a heavy heart. The weight of her last conversation with Liam lingered on her shoulders, every word replaying in her mind. She had tried to understand his silence, the way he sometimes held back as if protecting her from something bigger than either of them. The tension between them had felt almost palpable, and now that she was home, she couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of guilt.
It wasn't just about Liam; it was about Henry, too. Lately, he had been more distant, his mood shifting whenever she came back late or was distracted, lost in her own thoughts. She'd tried to be present with him, but it was like her heart was divided. The conflict between her roles—between being a mother and a woman, with her own wants and dreams, was creeping
