Chapter 11

• Ethan leaned against the cool, sterile wall of the hospital hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing above him. His mind was a whirlwind of chaos—Lily’s accusations echoed in his ears, each word piercing through the fog of his thoughts. You killed my child. The weight of those words pressed heavily on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
• He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories of happier times. He remembered the laughter they shared, the dreams they once had, now reduced to ashes. How had it come to this? The pain of their separation felt like a chasm between them, one that seemed impossible to bridge.
• “Ethan?” A familiar voice broke through his reverie. He opened his eyes to see Mia approaching, her expression a mixture of concern and anger.