Sophia
What's left for us?
He woke up.
He really woke up.
I watched him blink up at me, slow and unsure like a man lost in a dream. His eyes were unfocused at first, and then they weren’t—they were on me.
They were holding me.
And I smiled.
But something broke inside of me at the same time.
Because he didn’t know.
Not yet.
Not about the baby. Not about what I did. Not about how the whole damn world fell apart around him because of me. Because I showed up. Because I stayed. Because I loved him.
They came in right after. The nurses. The doctor. All those white coats with quick hands and calm voices, checking vitals and shining lights into his eyes. I stepped back, just a little, but I kept my hand in his. He tried to follow me with his eyes. I could see the panic in them, the way
