Elena once believed endings were loud.She thought they announced themselves with final arguments, decisive victories, or irrevocable loss. That they arrived fully formed, demanding attention, insisting on being recognized.But standing by the window in the quiet hours before dawn, she understood how wrong she had been.Endings were quiet.They slipped into place gently, disguised as ordinary mornings and familiar silences. They did not interrupt life. They blended into it, becoming part of what endured.The baby slept against her chest, warm and impossibly light. Elena adjusted her hold without thinking, swaying in a rhythm she had learned by instinct rather than instruction. Motherhood had not arrived like a revelation. It had grown into her, reshaping her world one small moment at a time.Behind her, Adrian stirred.She sensed him before she heard him — the shift of weight, the quiet presence moving closer.“You’re up early,” he murmured.“So are you.”He joined her at the window,
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