Ethan
As I cradled my daughter in my arms, her tiny fingers curling instinctively around my thumb, the enormity of the moment began to sink in. Her little steady breaths filled the room, a soft rhythm that brought an almost surreal sense of calm. She felt so fragile yet so alive, her warmth grounding me in the here and now. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I experienced a flicker of peace, a reminder of everything worth fighting for, even amidst the chaos.
But that peace was fleeting, a fragile thread easily severed by the storm of grief that loomed in the back of my mind. No matter how tightly I held onto this moment, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from spiraling. Dylan. The name alone was enough to send a fresh wave of pain crashing over me, a tidal wave of sorrow I had b
