Oakleigh
I wake up alone in bed, but it's not the same as it used to be. Before, I would wake up to find Carrington gone, his empty spot in the bed a constant reminder of his struggles with PTSD. But now, I know he's just up taking care of our boys, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. It's been a long journey for us, but we're finally making progress.
As I stretch my limbs, I feel the ache of yesterday's physical therapy session. But I'm determined to keep pushing myself, to keep improving. Carrington may have his demons, but I refuse to let my demons consume both of us.
As I brush my teeth, I hear the faint sounds of laughter and chatter coming from the living room. It's a comforting sound, knowing that Carrington and the boys are happy and safe. I rinse my mouth and head to th
