2 septembre 2026

My husband finally came home. I was alone, holding our two-month-old baby while cooking for his entire family.

“Out.”

He laughed coldly.

“You’re being dramatic.”

Claire zipped the suitcase.

“I’m taking the baby somewhere quiet.”

“You can’t just leave.”

She looked at him then, calm in a way he had not expected.

“I can.”

Ryan shifted in the doorway, just enough to remind her he could block it.

Claire held her son closer.

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