Chapter 55: Revelation

As I watch my wife Athara sleep on the floor, I can feel my heart heavy with regret. Our argument had gone too far, and the things I said had hurt her deeply. I know that I was wrong, that I should have taken her feelings into account before insisting on going back to New York.

I take a deep breath and try to shake off the sense of sadness that engulfs me. I know that we need to talk, to come to a decision together about what our future holds. But for now, I just want to sit and watch Athara and our child, to feel the warmth of their bodies close to mine.

As I sit there in silence, I begin to notice the small things about them: the slight curve of Athara's nose, the way our baby's breath slows when she's deeply asleep. It's as if time has stopped, and I am grateful for this moment of peace.

I reach out and brush a strand of hair from Athara's face, the softness of her skin reminding me of why I fell in love with her in the first place. I know that we need to find a way to navigate our