The night after I made that promise, I did not sleep at all, even though my body begged for rest and my eyes burned with exhaustion.
Every small sound from the cribs pulled me back into the same question I could not escape, the one that kept tightening around my chest.May be an image of baby, hospital and text
How could this have happened, and why had the man I trusted chosen certainty over truth without even hesitating for a single second.
I replayed Javier’s face again and again, the anger, the disgust, the way he avoided touching even the edge of the blankets.
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