My hands moved before my mind could catch up.
I placed the tiny baby girl into his arms.
She stirred softly, letting out a faint cry that only I seemed to hear.
He tucked her gently against his chest, hidden beneath his gown except for her small face wrapped in a soft pink blanket.
Then he turned—and walked toward the stage.
The whispers started immediately.
Then the laughter.
Soft at first… then spreading.
“Is that a baby?”
“Are you serious?”
“Wow…”
And then, behind me, a woman hissed just loud enough—
“Just like his mother.”
It hit like a slap.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
I wanted to disappear.
To go back in time.
To somehow erase every mistake that had led us here.
But Ethan didn’t stop.
Leave a Comment