LOGINThree months.It had been three months since Sophie came home, and Henry barely recognized his wife anymore.He woke at 6 AM to find Andrea already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark. She was wearing the same sweatshirt she'd worn yesterday. And the day before. Her hair was matted, and there were dark circles under her eyes so pronounced they looked like bruises."Andrea?" he said, his voice rough with sleep. "Did you sleep at all?"She didn't answer. She was just staring at the wall.Henry reached over and turned on the lamp. Andrea flinched at the sudden light, squinting against it. Up close, he could see how pale she was. Almost translucent. Her collarbones were prominent in a way they shouldn't be."When's the last time you ate?" he asked."I ate," she said, but her voice was hollow."When?"She didn't answer.Henry got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He made toast and brought it back to her. She took one bite and set it down."Eat," he said gently."I'm not hun
The penthouse felt different now. Smaller somehow though it's just been three weeks after discharge, even though nothing had physically changed. But with Sophie here, with the crib in the master bedroom and bottles on the kitchen counter and tiny clothes in the laundry, everything felt different.Andrea stood in the kitchen, preparing tea for her grandmother and aunt who were arriving any minute. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, and she was wearing a soft sweater and sweatpants. On the surface, she looked fine. Rested, even.But her hands were moving too fast, too restlessly, arranging and rearranging the tea cups on the tray.Henry appeared in the doorway, watching her. "Hey, they'll be here in like five minutes. You okay?""Yeah, fine," Andrea said, smoothing down her sweater even though it didn't need smoothing. "I just want everything to be nice.""It will be," Henry said, coming over to squeeze her shoulder. "Relax."Andrea nodded, but she was already moving toward the bedroom.
Mindy stepped back into the recovery room, her mind still spinning from Marcus's question. Everyone looked up at her expectantly."Who was that?" Henry asked."Marcus," Mindy said, settling back into a chair beside Andrea’s bed. "He was freaking out because l called multiple times but l told him about Andrea and the baby Sophie, and he's really happy.""How is he?" Richard asked. "Is he still in the UK?""Yeah, he's still there," Mindy nodded, and there was something in her expression that made Andrea smile knowingly. But before Andrea could say anything, Mindy continued."He also told me something," Mindy said. "He's changing his plans in the UK.""What do you mean changing his plans?" Richard asked, looking up from where he was admiring Sophie."Well, he was supposed to stay in the UK for two years," Mindy explained. "But he said he’s cutting it down to one year instead. He's coming back to Chicago in about eight months."Eleanor looked surprised. "Really? Why would he shorten his a
Henry stood in the doorway of the recovery room, looking back at his family in the waiting area. "The doctor said not everyone at once. Grandma Grace, can you come?"Grandma Grace stood immediately, moving toward the room with purpose. When she stepped inside and saw Andrea in the bed with the baby in her arms, she stopped completely.Her hand went to her mouth, and tears filled her eyes instantly."Oh, baby girl," she whispered, coming to Andrea's bedside. "Oh, Andrea."Andrea looked up at her grandmother, and her own tears started flowing. "Grandma."Grandma Grace bent down and hugged Andrea carefully, mindful of her exhaustion and soreness. She held her granddaughter like she was precious cargo, like she'd almost lost her and was grateful beyond measure to still have her."I'm so proud of you," Grandma Grace said, pulling back to look Andrea in the eye. "Do you hear me? I'm so, so proud of you. We were all praying for you while you were in labor, all of us. And we’re so happy you d
Everyone crowded around the doctor, their faces a mixture of fear and desperation. Henry was right at the front, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles were white."How is she?" Henry demanded. "Please, just tell us. Is she okay? Is the baby okay?""What happened?" Eleanor asked, her voice tight. "Why did it take so long?""Is something wrong?" Grandma Grace asked too, and Henry could hear the tremor in her voice.The doctor took a deep breath, and Henry felt his heart stop. That pause felt like an eternity."She's fine," the doctor said clearly after a long pause. "Your wife is fine, and your baby girl is fine. Healthy. Perfect."For a moment, there was complete silence. Then everyone seemed to exhale at the same time."Thank God," Miss Carrie whispered.Eleanor's hand went to her mouth, tears streaming down her face.But Henry couldn't fully relax yet. "Why did it take so long then? Five hours is... that's a long time, isn't it?"Then the doctor nodded, understanding the concern.
Henry burst through the hospital doors at a near-run, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled from running his hands through it on the drive over. He spotted Mindy and Miss Carrie immediately in the waiting room and crossed the space in quick steps."What happened?" he demanded, his voice tight with panic. "I thought she wasn't due for two weeks. How is she in labor?""We don't know," Mindy said, standing up. "We were just nesting, talking about the wedding with Miss Carrie, and then suddenly she said she was having contractions. Then the next thing, her water broke. Miss Carrie knew what was happening and got us here as fast as we could.""How is she?" Henry asked urgently. "Is she okay? Is the baby okay?""The nurses took her back to get her settled," Miss Carrie said calmly, though Henry could see the worry in her eyes. "They said we need to wait out here. They'll come get us when she's ready."Henry's jaw clenched. "How long ago?""About twenty minutes," Mindy said, checking her pho
She pushed through the pharmacy doors with the small paper bag clutched against her chest like something that might explode if she held it too loosely. The walk back to the penthouse felt longer than it should have, her legs were moving but her mind was somewhere three steps ahead, already dreading
Andrea couldn't sleep. She'd spent the whole night tossing and turning her mind replaying the email from HR over and over until the words were burned into her brain.By the time her alarm went off at 6 AM, Andrea was already awake and absolutely livid. She got dressed with sharp, angry movements; p
In the afternoon, Henry had back-to-back meetings. The last one was a department presentation on Q4 projections, normally something he'd send Marcus to handle. But when he saw Andrea's name on the attendee list, he cleared his schedule. He told himself it was because he wanted to see how she handle
Monday morning hit Andrea like a freight train. She'd spent the entire weekend trying and failing not to think about the elevator incident and now she had to face him at work.Andrea arrived at 8:55 AM, clutching her coffee like a lifeline. She'd finished the Hillcrest analysis on Sunday night, pri







