After what felt like an eternity of strategizing and counter-strategizing, Alex and I finally called it a day. The sun had long set, and the office was bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. As we stepped out into the crisp night air, Alex, ever the gentleman, insisted on walking me home.
The streets of Willowbrook were quiet, almost reflective. Our walk was comfortable but charged with an undercurrent of something more, something neither of us seemed ready to voice.
Standing outside my apartment, there was a palpable pause, thick with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. I could feel the magnetic pull between us, an undeniable connection that was becoming harder to ignore. Yet, there was a weight on my chest, a secret that needed to be shared. The truth about the baby, our baby, lingered on the tip of my tongue, but the words just wouldn’t come.