His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

ay. It felt like the world was holding its breath. I stood before the sma

Mil

augh

led up, and out stepped Sophia, my wife. She wasn't alone. Mark, my best friend-my former

but I knew better. I saw the way his hand rested on

ia looked at Lily's gravestone, th

voice clear and cold, cutting through the quiet air. She patted her stomach gently

cruel. My daughter, dead. Her chil

e calm settle over me, a chilling clarity. I slowly raised my left hand, my eyes fixed on the gold

lt surprisingly light. I didn't throw it. I didn't drop it. I simply held it in

, leaving them, leaving the r

sharp intake of brea

a' s family had gathered, their attempts at mediation feeling like a farc

m the other room, her vo

with him. He's just

iggled, their

es crawling back in a w

He can't survive without Sophi

replace the one they lost," another chimed in, the wor

confident in my weakn

had n

to their mockery. I didn't feel anger. I didn'

e clock on the

een making for weeks. They didn't know about the as

t was already on its way, scheduled to land at a

far away from this city, from these peop

o was get out