I watched the IV drip emotionlessly.
"Aaron, it's just my baby."
Divorce was still on my mind; this child wouldn't change that.
"Jane, let me explain..."
He looked at me earnestly, but his phone interrupted us.
It was Lily, panicking, "Aaron, Emma's got a fever, and I'm really worried. Can you come over?"
He stood up without hesitation.
As he reached for the door, I stopped him.
"Aaron, please, just let me be."
He paused, not turning around, and said, "Jane, I'll be back."
Clearly, his priorities were still with Lily and her child.
After the IV, the doctor cleared me to go home.
I stopped by a bakery for some sweets.
The rain gently patted the windows, and I found solace in the sound.
That night, I slept more soundly than I had in years.
But the next morning, as I descended the stairs, I was stunned by what I saw.
