After we left the hospital, Alex told me he needed some space. He packed a bag and moved back in with his parents while we waited for the test results to come back.
I was left alone with a newborn, recovering from a long delivery, barely sleeping, and trying to process what had happened. The baby supplies stacked in the nursery suddenly felt heavier than they had a week earlier.Thankfully, my younger sister Emily stepped in without hesitation. She came over every single day, helping me feed and bathe Sarah and keeping me grounded when my thoughts spiraled.
One evening, as she gently rocked the baby in her arms, she shook her head in quiet disbelief. “I cannot believe he is doing this to you. He should be right here helping you, not hiding out at his parents’ house.”“I do not even recognize him anymore,” I admitted softly. “It is like something changed in him overnight.”
Emily squeezed my shoulder, offering all the comfort she could. But not even she could repair the cracks Alex had left behind.Then things got even worse.
The Phone Call That Made Everything Harder
