“We need to talk,” I said gently.
His face went pale. “Julia, I—”
“I followed you,” I interrupted. “I know about the therapy. I know about the trauma group.”
He sank into a chair, defeated. “I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve been through enough.”
I sat beside him, still holding Lily. “Ryan, we’re a team. We can heal together.”
At last, he looked directly at Lily. “I was so scared of losing you both,” he whispered, touching her tiny hand.
“You don’t have to be scared alone anymore,” I told him.
Two months later, we’re both in couples counseling. Ryan holds Lily every morning now, gazing at her with pure love instead of fear. And when I see that, I know we’ll be okay.
Sometimes the darkest nights truly lead to the brightest dawns.
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