Sometimes, it makes them build walls.
And sometimes, those walls become so high that two people who love each other can no longer see that they’re both standing on opposite sides of the same pain.
Slowly, we found our way back.
Then, one cold Chicago morning, Sophie woke me before sunrise.
“Ethan.”
I opened my eyes.
“What happened?”
She smiled through tears.
“I think it’s time.”
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
We rushed to the hospital.
Hours later, I heard the most beautiful sound I had ever heard in my life.
A baby’s cry.
Our daughter was born healthy.
The nurse placed her carefully into Sophie’s arms.
Sophie looked exhausted, overwhelmed, and happier than I had ever seen her.
Then she looked at me.
“We made it.”
I touched our daughter’s tiny hand.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“We did.”
Months later, we moved into a small house outside Chicago.
