Chapter 12
Chapter 12
After the divorce, I moved into my little cottage with my son.
I landed a new job–not high–paying, but enough to cover our day–to–day.
Every morning, I dropped him off at preschool, then picked him up in the evening.
Life was simple, nothing flashy or dramatic, but it felt real. Solid.
After coming so close to death, I learned that ordinary can be its own kind of miracle.
The truly important stuff hides in the little things–morning routines, bedtime giggles, tiny arms around neck.
That night changed me.
It made me cherish the life I have now.
Nathan came by every week to pick up our son.
He’d take him to the park, go hiking, or sign him up for little weekend classes.
And every single time, he’d show up with a bouquet of red roses–my favorite, once upon a time.
I still remember the day he proposed, holding those exact flowers like they were sacred.
Whenever he brought our son back, he was loaded up with new toys.
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And Nathan always added in some of my old favorite snacks–like he was trying to win over two kids instead of one.
He and our son even started taking silly selfies behind my back.
Later, he’d post them on his socials with captions like “my little sidekick“.
I told him to knock it off once.
He just smiled and said it was just him and his son–he didn’t want his memories to just be spreadsheets and cityscapes.
He said he already missed out on me.
He wasn’t about to miss his kid too.
Watching him, I could tell Nathan was changing.
He was trying to fix what he broke, trying to light a spark that had long since gone cold.
But the truth is…
My only wish now is to watch my son grow up safe, happy, and strong.
That’s all I want. That’s all I need.
As for Nathan?
My heart stopped beating for him that rainy night–and it’s never come back.
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Daw in Hall While He Took our son to Her
