NADIA’S POVThe apartment is finally quiet. The kind that presses against my chest and makes every thought louder than it should be.Rain taps softly against the windows again, the city outside blurry from water and streetlights while the clock on the microwave glows past midnight.I should be sleeping. Instead, I’m sitting on the kitchen floor in sweatpants and one of Noah’s blankets wrapped around my shoulders because somewhere between dinner, bath time, laundry, and crying in the bathroom where he couldn’t hear me, I stopped functioning properly.My chest hurts, this deep, heavy ache that won’t loosen no matter how hard I breathe through it.Noah is asleep down the hall. I checked three times already. He’s curled up with his stuffed dinosaur, tiny hand under his cheek, completely peaceful.A shaky breath leaves me as I stare at the legal folder sitting open on the table.Custody recommendations. Financial disclosures. Character evaluations. I’m so fucking tired. My eyes burn again
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