That night, after I deleted the file, I didn't fall asleep right away.
Nathan had left with Mia.
Margaret had gone back to her own place early too.
It was just Noah and me in the apartment.
After Noah fell asleep, I sat in the study and opened my laptop again.
When the screen lit up, the desktop was still a photo of the three of us.
In the photo, Nathan was holding newborn Noah.
I was leaning against Nathan's shoulder, smiling as if nothing in the world could touch me.
Back then, the company had just started.
We lived in a tiny, rundown 650-square-foot apartment. Once we set up a folding table in the living room, it became our office.
Nathan often worked until 3:00 a.m.
I would hold a crying Noah while making Nathan a late-night snack.
Without even lifting his head, he would sa
