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Richard povThe hum of the kettle filled the kitchen as I leaned against the counter, waiting for it to boil. It had been a peaceful morning—no sharp comments, no awkward silences—just Sarah and me enjoying the calm. But as my phone buzzed on the counter, the name flashing on the screen made my stomach twist: Marina. I hesitated for a second before picking up. “Hey, Marina,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Richard, hi! I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time,” she chirped. Her voice was overly sweet, the kind of tone people use when they’re about to dive into something uncomfortable. “No, it’s fine. What’s up?” I replied, keeping my voice even. “I just wanted to check in after I left. You know, make sure there’s no hard feelings. I feel like things got... tense while I was there.” I gripped the counter, reminding myself to stay calm. “It’s been fine. We’re good.” She sighed, a dramatic sort of sigh that made my eye twitch. “Look, I know Sarah can be a bit... sensitive.
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Sarah pov.The house was quiet, the kind of quiet I hadn’t felt in weeks. It was almost strange how still everything seemed after Marina’s departure, like the air itself had stopped bristling with her constant comments and hovering presence. I sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a cup of chamomile tea. The warmth spread through me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her—what she’d said, what she’d implied, and the way it all made me feel. I’d been so relieved when she left, but now that the dust was settling, I couldn’t shake this uncomfortable feeling in my chest. It wasn’t just about her words. It was the way they made me question things I thought I’d been confident about. “Everything okay?” Richard’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me. I nodded, but it was more out of habit than conviction. “Yeah. Just thinking.” He walked over, pulling out the chair beside me and sitting down. His hand reached for mine, warm a
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Richard pov.The parenting workshop was held in a cozy community center, the kind of place that smelled faintly of crayons and coffee. The walls were plastered with cheerful posters about child safety and breastfeeding tips, which I pretended to read while we waited for the session to begin. My hands fidgeted with the pamphlet they’d handed us at the door. It had a smiling cartoon baby on the cover and the words Parenting: You’ve Got This! in bold, bubbly letters. Somehow, I wasn’t convinced. Sarah sat beside me, flipping through the same pamphlet, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Did you know that swaddling can reduce colic?” she asked, nudging me with her elbow. “Nope,” I said, glancing sideways at her. “But I guess we’re about to become swaddling experts, huh?” She laughed, a sound I hadn’t heard enough of in the last few days. Ever since Marina had left, Sarah had been quieter, more introspective. I could tell she was still processing everything, but we’d both been to
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Sarah pov.It was one of those days. You know the kind. Where everything seems to go wrong, even when nothing in particular happens. It started in the morning, when I woke up feeling off—like my skin was too tight, or maybe my brain was running at full speed while my body was stuck in slow motion. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew something wasn’t right. Richard had already gone into work by the time I crawled out of bed, the house quiet around me. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion in every part of me. Pregnancy hormones, they’d warned me. A rollercoaster, they said. But today, it felt like I was stuck at the bottom of the hill, and all I could see was the long, steep climb ahead.I had a plan for the day. Nothing too exciting, just some errands and cleaning up around the house. But every time I tried to do something, I’d get distracted or feel overwhelmed, like I couldn’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. I ended up sitting on the couch, staring o
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Richard pov.The morning was off to a slow start, but I didn’t mind. Sarah looked like she needed the extra few minutes in bed. I watched her for a moment, her hand resting on her growing belly, her hair messy from sleep. It hit me again, like it had been hitting me every day for months now: I was going to be a dad. “Richard,” she mumbled, her eyes barely open. “Don’t stare. It’s creepy.” I chuckled, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “It’s not staring, it’s admiring. Totally different.” She groaned, throwing the blanket over her head. “Go admire the coffee machine.” She wasn’t wrong. We had a hospital pre-registration appointment later, and I figured a cup of coffee might help me face the mountain of paperwork that probably awaited us. The hospital was about as inviting as hospitals could be—sterile, bright, and slightly intimidating. We sat in a small office, and a nurse handed us a clipboard full of forms. I took one look at the stack and whistled. “Looks like they wa
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Sarah pov.The house smelled like roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread, and the faint sound of laughter filled the air. I was setting up the dining table when the doorbell rang. My friends had promised to come over for a small lunch, and even though I had planned everything carefully, I couldn’t shake the nervous flutter in my stomach. Hosting anything felt like a big deal these days—I got tired so easily. But I missed my girls, and today felt like the perfect excuse to catch up. “Coming!” I called out, adjusting a plate before hurrying to the door. When I opened it, Tanya stood there with a big grin and an even bigger box wrapped in shiny paper. Behind her were Nina and Claire, both carrying smaller gift bags. “Baby shower came early!” Tanya announced, stepping inside and kissing me on the cheek. “Oh, come on,” I said, laughing. “It’s just lunch. No gifts necessary.” “Yeah, well, too late,” Nina chimed in, holding up a bag decorated with tiny rattles and pacifiers.
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Richard pov Joining Sarah for a prenatal fitness class wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured when I thought about preparing for fatherhood. In my mind, getting ready meant assembling cribs, reading a few books, and maybe practicing how to swaddle a baby without them looking like a crumpled burrito. But when Sarah brought it up, I saw the glint of hope in her eyes, the one that made it impossible to say no. “Are you sure you want me there?” I’d asked the night before, already mentally rehearsing my excuses for backing out. “Of course,” she replied, her voice soft but firm. “It’ll be good for us. And honestly, I think you’ll enjoy it more than you expect.” Enjoy it? That was a stretch, but I didn’t argue. I wanted to be the kind of partner who showed up, even when it meant stepping into unfamiliar territory. The studio was bright and cheerful, with soft instrumental music playing in the background. It smelled faintly of lavender, the kind of scent that screamed calm, though my ne
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Sarah pov.My second trimester.The nursery had become my personal Everest. Every time I walked by that half-finished room, I felt it mocking me—chaotic and incomplete, just like my confidence.The crib was still in its box, the curtains were too short, and the tiny clothes Richard had folded with so much care looked lost in the clutter. I stood in the doorway that morning, holding a paint swatch in one hand and a baby blanket in the other. “Alright,” I muttered to myself. “Today’s the day.” But where to begin? The mountain of choices loomed in front of me, each decision feeling like it carried the weight of the world. Should I pick a light color? A dark one? A theme? Should I do the walls in stripes or leave it neutral? Everything felt like a big deal, even though logically, I knew it probably wasn’t. Was I overthinking it? Probably. I took a deep breath and stood still for a moment. I felt like a million thoughts were swirling around my head at once, and none of them were he
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Richard pov.The morning of the trial felt heavy. I left the hospital earlier than usual, making sure Zoe would stay with Sarah. Despite the overwhelming dread, there was a part of me that felt strangely numb, as if my emotions had run dry after weeks of worry and anger. Martins met me outside the courthouse, impeccably dressed in his usual sharp suit. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding. “Today’s a big step forward,” he said. “Remember, this trial is about getting justice, not reopening wounds. You’re here to see Susan held accountable, not to punish yourself for her actions.”I nodded, though his words didn’t settle the unease churning in my gut. The courtroom was cold, and even though I’d prepared myself for this moment, seeing Susan seated across the room made my stomach twist. She didn’t look like someone riddled with guilt; she looked indifferent, like this was just another ordinary day. The prosecution opened with a detailed timeline of events, recou
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Richard pov.The call from the police came just after dawn, jarring me awake in the cold, uncomfortable chair next to Sarah’s hospital bed. I fumbled with my phone, heart pounding as I stepped into the hallway to answer.“We’ve located Susan,” the officer said. “She’s in custody. We’d like you to come down to the station.”My grip tightened around the phone. The relief I felt was fleeting, quickly replaced by anger. “I’ll be there,” I said, my voice low.Zoe appeared beside me as I hung up. She had been sitting with Sarah through the night, taking turns with Martins to ensure I wasn’t alone. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her concern for Sarah mirrored my own.“Was that about Susan?” she asked.I nodded. “They’ve got her. I’m heading to the station.”“I’m coming with you,” she said firmly.“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Stay here. I need someone I trust to be with Sarah.”She hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. But keep me updated.”When I arrived at the police station, Martin
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