Beth stared at her phone for the hundredth time that morning, thumb hovering over Mel’s contact. Each time she almost called, a strange heaviness pressed her thumb away, a sense that the silence between them was growing thicker by the day. It had been weeks since she’d told him about the baby—weeks since that night when he’d pulled her into his arms and whispered, “We’ll figure this out. Together.”But his promise seemed to drift further away with each unanswered text, every call that went to voicemail. At first, she told herself he was just busy. Then, she tried to rationalize it: he was processing, needed space, and was probably scared. She understood fear; she carried enough of her own. But as the days stretched into a lonely ache, Beth’s hope began to fray at the edges.She sat in her living room, the city lights flickering beyond the window, trying to remember the last time she’d felt Mel’s arms around her, the last time she’d laughed without a knot in her stomach. The silence be
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