Calvin’s POVThe penthouse feels bigger now, emptier. It’s strange how silence can take up so much space, filling every corner and amplifying the absence of things you didn’t realize you depended on.Stevie’s laughter used to echo in this place, sharp and unfiltered, bouncing off the marble floors l
Serena’s POVStevie’s apartment smells like fresh paint and coffee, an oddly comforting combination that suits her. The space is small, cluttered with photography equipment and stacks of unopened baby gear, but it feels like her. It’s messy and lived-in, nothing like Calvin’s sterile penthouse.I kn
Calvin’s POVThe waiting room at Stevie’s doctor’s office isn’t anything like I expected. It’s bright and cheerful, with pastel walls and outdated parenting magazines scattered across the coffee tables. A little kid toddles past me, clutching a stuffed giraffe, while his mom trails behind him with a
Bill’s POVThe sound of waves crashing against the shore is a far cry from the usual buzz of our daily lives. No conference calls, no meetings, no tantrums over spilled cereal. Just the ocean, the wind, and Collin’s laughter as he runs across the sand, a kite string gripped tightly in his little han
Calvin’s POVI’ve been staring at her address on my phone for ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to get out of the car. It’s ridiculous. I’ve faced down corporate takeovers and boardroom ambushes without flinching, but this? This feels harder.Stevie’s apartment building looms in front of me
Serena’s POVI tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white.“Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director
Calvin’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m reviewing a financial report in my office. It’s Serena, and I can tell immediately from her clipped tone that something’s off.“Calvin, we have a situation,” she says, not bothering with pleasantries.I lean back in my chair, setting the report aside. “What
Stevie‘s POVThe click of my camera is the only sound in my apartment. The blinds are half-drawn, letting in just enough light to paint soft streaks across the floor. I’ve spent the last hour taking photos of mundane things — a chipped coffee mug, the shadow of my old ficus, the crumpled blanket I t
Stevie’s POVBeing stuck in bed isn’t all bad. I mean, sure, it’s boring as hell most of the time, and I’d kill to walk further than from the bed to the bathroom without feeling like a 90-year-old. But there’s something about having this much downtime that forces you to think.Or, in my case, overth
Calvin’s POVStevie doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell how much this exhibit means to her. She’s been buzzing with energy, her notebooks filling up with ideas faster than she can find space on the pages. Watching her rediscover that spark — it’s like seeing sunlight break through a storm.But I
Stevie’s POVI’m halfway through a bowl of cereal—because screw proper breakfast food—when the thought hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s not new exactly. It’s been hovering in the back of my mind, poking me every now and then, but today, it feels different. Urgent. Like if I don’t say it out loud,
Serena’s POVI step out of the elevator, a bag of takeout balanced in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Calvin’s penthouse is just as intimidating as the first time I visited—sleek, modern, and completely devoid of personality. It feels more like a luxury hotel than a home.But I
Stevie’s POVI never thought lying in bed all day could be so damn exhausting. It’s not physical exhaustion—I mean, I’m literally doing nothing. It’s mental. Emotional. The kind of tired that makes you want to scream into a pillow until your lungs give out.Calvin’s out of the room, probably on one
Calvin’s POVThe miscarriage scare changes everything.I didn’t think it was possible to feel this level of fear and helplessness. Sitting in that hospital room, watching Stevie in pain, and hearing the doctor’s words—it was like the ground beneath me cracked open.Now, as I sit in my office at home
Stevie’s POVDay two of bed rest, and I’m already losing my mind.I’ve tried everything—scrolling through social media, half-watching a documentary about deep-sea creatures, even flipping through one of Calvin’s absurdly expensive coffee table books about architecture. None of it sticks. My brain is
Serena’s POVWalking into Stevie’s hospital room feels like stepping into a warzone after the battle has already ended. She’s lying back against a mountain of pillows, looking pale but steady, her hair messy in a way that she’d normally complain about. Calvin is by her side, of course, holding her h
Calvin’s POVThe hospital room is too quiet, the kind of silence that makes every beep of the monitor feel like a gunshot. Stevie’s asleep, her face pale and fragile in a way that makes my chest ache.I step out into the hallway, the sound of my shoes echoing on the sterile floor. My phone is alread