Two months later...
The city lights twinkled below me as I stared out of the apartment window, my hands absently resting on my belly. The past two months had been a blur of exhaustion, nausea, and quiet loneliness. I had left town the very next day after Nicolas walked out, determined to put as much distance between us as possible.
Now, I was in a new city, in a new apartment, trying to rebuild the life I had shattered.
But no matter how much I tried, Nicolas still haunted me.
His voice. His touch. The way he had laughed when I told him about the baby.
I clenched my jaw, forcing those thoughts away. He had made himself clear—he wanted nothing to do with me or this child.
So why was I still checking my phone, hoping for a message that would never come?
A sharp knock at my door broke
