After the divorce, I hid his child — until the day of delivery, when the doctor pulled down his mask and left me speechless…

soft hum of the fan and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

Ethan turned to me, his face soft in the dim light. “Do you ever wonder… what it would have been like if we had never stopped trying?”

I hesitated, my mind drifting back to the moments of pain, of silence, of broken dreams. But then I thought about how far we had come—how much we continue reading …