Lily As I rocked my baby to sleep, the rhythmic motion of the chair seemed to lull not just the little one but also my restless thoughts. The night was quiet, save for the soft, steady breathing of my child against my chest, but my mind was anything but calm. There was this gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach, an unease that I couldn't shake off no matter how much I tried to convince myself that everything was fine. I hadn't heard from Noah in hours, which wasn't entirely unusual—he was a busy man, after all. But tonight, the silence felt different, more profound, like an omen hovering over me, warning me that something was off. I looked down at my baby, their innocent faces so peaceful, so unaware of the turmoil swirling inside me. I should be focusing on them, on this perfect moment, but instead, my thoughts kept drifting back to Noah. "He’s fine," I whispered to myself, almost as if saying it out loud would make it true. "He’s always fine." Yet, the words felt hollow, like
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