As I sat there, staring at the empty chair across from me, I realized that this was only the beginning. The road ahead was going to be long and difficult, and I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to face it alone. But I had no choice. I had to keep moving forward, for the sake of the baby, and for my own sanity. No matter what happened, I had to find a way to survive this.
As I returned home, my mind kept reeling from the conversation with Nicolas. The heavy silence of the drive back had done little to calm my nerves, and now, as I stepped through the front door, the familiar surroundings of my home felt strange, almost suffocating. Everything that had once brought me comfort now seemed like a fragile illusion, teetering on the edge of shattering.
Chris was in the living room, reading som
