2019, December 21st
Aria hadn't been back to see baby Ethan. She just wasn't ready yet. What she was decidedly ready to do was rip into Troy. How long had he known?
"Good morning Aria," said Troy.
She was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall of Ethan's room, where she had likely been all night. Troy drew his fingers through his hair. She was a wreck. It was always going to be this way, he knew, but his keeping it from her probably didn't help. He couldn't change that now though. He had to focus on what he could do. For her, for them.
Troy went over to her and sat down next to her.
"When you're ready, he'll be right where you left him and so will I. I'm here to answer any and all of your questions."