Kian
Five days. Five days since my world shifted with a single sentence.
Nara is pregnant.
Since then, sleep has become rare for me. Every corner of the packhouse reminds me of Nara. Every time I catch sight of her, she disappears before I can reach her, as if I'm a monster instead of the man who has broken her heart.
She avoids me, and I deserve it.
I stare out the window, thoughts of my unborn child flooding my mind once again. Will I be a good father? What will it be like?
My gaze shifts to a father and son playing. I can’t help but wonder, 'Will I have that with my child?' Will my butterfly ever let me? Right now, she hates me, and she has every right. She thinks I'm considering letting Stella raise our child, but that is not the case. I would never do that to her or our child.
