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

midnight departures. We had forms, signatures, and conversations spoken in tired voices that made the end of us sound like an administrative mistake.

When I signed the divorce papers, Ethan’s face looked pale and unreadable. He asked if I was sure, and I wanted to laugh because certainty had never been the problem between us—cowardice had.

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