The city hums softly outside my window, its rhythm unchanged, though my world has shifted forever. I sit with my hands over my stomach, feeling the faintest flutter beneath my skin—a reminder that my life no longer belongs only to me.
Petr's voice still lingers in my mind. His apologies, his declarations, the promises that might have been lies… or might have been the truth I was too afraid to believe. I may never know. What I do know is that trust once broken does not mend easily. And yet—despite everything—I still feel him in the quiet moments, like an echo I cannot silence.
The flowers he sends have long since wilted, but the memory of his touch refuses to fade. Maybe one day, I'll forgive him. Maybe one day, I'll believe him. Or maybe fate will never let our paths cross again.
For now, I have only this child—our child. And in their heartbeat, I hear both the ending of one story and the fragile beginning of another.
Love brought me to the edge of ruin.
But in the end, love also gave me a reason to fight.