One evening, unable to bear the weight of my thoughts, I finally asked.
We were sitting in the living room, the lamp casting a warm light over the quiet space between us. “You’ve been seeing your doctor every week,” I said carefully. “Is everything all right?”
“I’m pregnant,” she said softly.
The words hit me like a wave. I felt my breath catch. My mind flooded with emotions — joy, disbelief, guilt, fear, and an overwhelming sense of humility.
All those weeks of calmness, of tender gestures, of silent strength… they hadn’t been signs of resentment or revenge. She had been carrying a new life, protecting not just herself, but the baby growing inside her.
And she had done it with grace.
