NINA POV
It was past nine in the night, I couldn't sleep, still thinking about everything. The house was finally quiet, the kind of stillness that only came when the day’s burdens were tucked away. My daughter was asleep in her little crib, tiny fists curled into the soft blanket. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, her innocence a painful reminder of everything I was fighting to protect. I stood by the crib for a moment, just watching her, the soft night light casting a gentle glow over her cute and small features.
I still didn’t know what to name her. I had been too overwhelmed, too weighed down by everything happening with Raymond, to even think of something. Raymond. The father of my child. Or was he? He didn’t even believe if he was. He had refused to accept her unless we did
