“I don’t know, Rebecca! I don’t know if I’m cut out for this!” His voice cracked, exposing an unexpected vulnerability. “I’ve had doubts about us for a while now.”
His admission hit me harder than the news about our son. Doubts? What did that even mean? “So you’re telling me you want to leave?” My breath caught in my throat as I processed his words.
Section 6
The sterile smell of the hospital filled my nostrils, mixing with the bitterness of betrayal. As Ethan stood there, his words hanging like a noose between us, something in me snapped. I needed to escape, to clear my head.
When I stumbled back to my room later, I noticed a small envelope peeking out from under the uncomfortable hospital bed. Curiosity and dread intertwined as I picked it up, flipping it over to see Ethan’s handwriting.
“Dear Rebecca…”
