The Weight of Choices

The silence in Jax’s apartment was deafening. I sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the divorce papers I had signed the night before. My hands still trembled. Every signature felt like another nail in the coffin of my old life. Jimmy had already started the legal process. His lawyer sent me a long email outlining custody arrangements supervised visits only, citing my “unstable relationship” with Jax. The words stung like acid. I missed my children so much it physically hurt. Jax walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his hips, water droplets running down his tattooed chest. He looked at me and sighed. “You’re thinking about them again,” he said, not as a question. I nodded, wiping my eyes. “They’re my babies, Jax. I can’t just abandon them.” He sat beside me, pullin