Heavy Thoughts in Quiet Moments
Despite doing their best to hold on to routine—cooking together, taking walks, sharing evening stories—the father’s thoughts kept drifting. His son’s bold statement and the missing birthmark played on a loop in his mind.
Each night, long after the rest of the house had gone to sleep, he lay awake. Listening to the newborn’s soft coos, he searched for a clue, a crack in the illusion. No matter how much he tried to distract himself, the discomfort only grew deeper.
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