Chapter 65 The Glass Between Us

• Christian
• Six months. One hundred and eighty-something days of waking up to the sounds of cooing, crying, and soft lullabies echoing through the walls of my house. The nursery was always warm, the scent of baby powder lingering in the air like some kind of enchantment. Three tiny lives—two boys and a girl—born on the same day, from the same woman who had changed everything I thought I knew about love.
• And yet… I was distant. I wasn’t cold, not intentionally. I did the things a good husband should do. I changed diapers. I held them when they cried. I rocked them back to sleep when Sophia couldn’t open her eyes from sheer exhaustion. I showed up when it counted—doctor appointments, nap times, and midnight feeds. My body never failed, but something deeper inside me had begun to falter.