One evening, I finally asked her if everything was alright. She looked at me calmly, with this newfound gentleness, and uttered words I will never forget: she was expecting a child.
A truth that sheds new light on everything. At that precise moment, everything within me became a jumble: joy, shame, fear, but also immense gratitude. Suddenly, her behavior took on a different meaning. Her calm, her patience, her thoughtful gestures weren’t an oversight on my part, but a way of protecting what was being born and preserving what could still be saved.
She could have left. She had every reason to. But she chose to stay, convinced that my regret was genuine and that a different future was still possible.
