The hospital room felt cold despite the summer heat outside the window. Bella held her newborn son Henry close while the doctor explained the long road ahead for his motor skills.
Warren stood by the window watching the clouds instead of looking at his wife or child. The silence in the room felt heavy and sharp like a knife waiting to fall between them.
He did not offer to hold the baby or even touch Bella’s hand after the diagnosis. He just stared at the tiny boy in the bassinet with a look of cold assessment.
The neurologist finished her speech and left the room with a sympathetic nod. Bella expected a hug or a shared cry but Warren just reached for his car keys on the table.
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