Liam had been watching Ella closely ever since the incident in the park. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a glint of fear. He could see the worry etched on her face as she hovered over their son, checking on him even more frequently than before.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the room, Liam found Ella in the baby's room. She was softly humming a lullaby, her fingers tracing the delicate features of their sleeping child.
"Hey," Liam said, leaning against the doorway. "How are you holding up?"
Ella turned to him, offering a weak smile. "I'm just making sure he's okay."
Liam walked over and gently put his arm around her shoulders. "Ella, we're doing everything we can to keep him safe. You can't blame yourself for what happened. We are
