Riley sat on the living room floor, gently rocking baby Sam in her lap as Alistair flipped through a magazine absently. The room was quiet, save for Sam's occasional babbles and the soft hum of the city outside. But beneath the surface of their serene domestic scene, an unspoken tension lingered between them. Both of them were thinking the same thing but hadn't yet found the courage to say it aloud.
"Ali," Riley finally broke the silence, her voice low and caring. "Have you thought about... what happened next with Sam?"
Alistair looked up from the magazine, his brow furrowing slightly. He set it aside and leaned forward on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. "I've been trying not to," he admitted with a rueful smile. "But I know we can't ignore it."
Riley nodded, her eyes fixed
